Song 85 – Our Days

Yesterday’s ghosts.
Nobody knows.
Back in the house, when life
isn’t all verse or prose.
Why have I done it?
Why was it you?
Why am I feeling that
bad times are true too?
Open your eyes,
I’m not all that wise.
But I care for your smiles,
if you can realize!

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