Memories of You

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Unlucky you’re so far away
You always get your way,
Creep up all the way
To be in my memories always;

Nostalgia makes me smirk
Ya’ angelic pretty face is the mark;
The melody of ya’ contra alto
The fondles, smooches and leers;
I wanna go back to da’ cheers
I wanna feel da’ fading of ya’ fears
And listen to ya’ whispers on ma’ ears.


The recent past I resent backing
The cloud this time is so bleak,
The visions are so nightmarish
Tomorrow seems ensanguined;
Yet I hope for a silver lined cloud
And the recent madness to fade;
It puts on me a smile so sardonic
I passionately hate this instinct
That you’re so slipping away

That I am throwing it away
That I am losing you yet I pray
Babe may I say this aura is a prophecy
And I gonna get no mercy
Memories of you are so ominous.


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