Division and misunderstanding Won’t erase the past Won’t erase me Don’t hurt me What hurts me Is that the wounds still run So deep But as for me The love remains.
They say now that I was too young They don’t know that beneath your white hair And tweed suit And perfect tie So were you. That’s why you sat alone Reading the papers And I didn’t know Until you were gone And I read your words- And then I understood. And I cried, for everything… Read more
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