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| Memories |
| light the corners of my mind, |
| misty watercolored memories |
| of the way we were. |
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| Scattered pictures |
| of the smiles we left behind, |
| smiles we gave to one another |
| for the way we were. |
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| Can it be |
| that it was all so simple then, |
| or has time rewritten every line? |
| If we had the chance |
| to do it all again, |
| tell me: would we? could we? |
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| Memories |
| may be beautiful and yet, |
| what's too painful to remember |
| we simply choose to forget. |
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| So it's the laughter |
| we will remember, |
| whenever we remember |
| the way we were. |
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| from "A Star Is Born" |
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