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The pictures on the walls tell a story of once was
a love filled with happiness, a love filled with trust
Like another dimension, I travel back in time
when things were so perfect, everything more than fine
and tears build up inside me but I yet to let them fall
I fail to cry for you, I will not give you my all
Memories pasted on paper, good moments that we shared
always filled with laughter, always filled with care
looking at the pictures and the smiles that surely show
I wonder why these good times ever had to go
We use to be so happy, each others company we enjoyed
but now that I look back I know its all destroyed
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