The world becomes an empty place as you grow old.
People whom you love die, family dwindles in size.
Everywhere your eyes cast their glance there are thoughts of lost romance and love, reminders lying around.
Scattered over the field of grief are diamond tears cutting into memories of wonderful times now lost.
People whom you love die, family dwindles in size.
Everywhere your eyes cast their glance there are thoughts of lost romance and love, reminders lying around.
Scattered over the field of grief are diamond tears cutting into memories of wonderful times now lost.
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