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Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Growing Old

To young we live
To old we perish

You smile here today
Enriched the end of life

We hold onto each other
Hope of not letting go

Silver lining in the sky
Haven't match with lining below eyes
As the thunder grows stronger
Our body shaken with fever

We travel each day
With precised footsteps
We know there'll be followers
To young they live

The day I say I love you
Words perished not
Thoughts live longer
I'm afraid we're not


Through life and denied wishes
I got you the whole life
Happiness through sad times
Will you still smile?

Somethings grow, somethings die
Phase of movement, phase of time
Don't promise me forever and love
Just grow old together and die.

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