"I think we know, deep down, when a promise can’t be kept, but we give them another chance, and another, and another… until finally, we’ve had enough."
Photographs and memories Christmas cards you sent to me All that I have are these to remember you Memories that come at night Take me to another time Back to a happier day when I called you mine But we sure had a good time when we started way back when Morning walks and bedroom talks Oh how I loved you then Summer skies and lullabies Nights we couldn't say goodbye And of all of the things the we knew not a dream survived
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