Talking on the phone, hears your voice eco.
Sitting down at the porch reminiscing a while ago.
Writing a letter just to think of old days.
The days that seemed to be a while ago.
Walls filled with the pictures of history.
Betting on meaningless pride a while ago.
Those were the days my friend.
It was never ending story a while ago.
Yes, everything happened like a dream.
When you were here with me a while ago.
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