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Memories of my first love every time I see his picture. |
| Thinking of you again, Reading old letters and talking to myself, Looking at your picture, Trying to touch you through the dusty glass. Thinking of you again, As my tears spill onto these ageless memories; One by one, I place my faded treasures into the darkness.. To be uncovered again someday, When I am thinking of you. |