life is a perpetual morning after
the shine in the eyes is gone
the warmth in the hands is missing
and the heady smell of the midnight air is distant
the shine in the eyes is gone
the warmth in the hands is missing
and the heady smell of the midnight air is distant
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Distant may be the memories
that once brought so much joy
but life is not as poor
maybe it's just a ploy
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