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I miss the old days.
The three of us ; The four of us ; The five of us ; The six of us ; The seven of us.
I think there's something missing. But I'm not so sure what it is.
Maybe it was time ; Maybe it was distance.
Some of you just leave ; Some of us just forgot.
I guess we never try too hard to keep and to make it.
I think some of you would never see me since we said good-bye.
There's always something disapear in our life.
But how did we catch it? How did we to hold it?
The choice always on your hand and you can't ignore it.
Be honest, how many left?
Stay with you? Lisiting for you?
Remember
You did not make anything.
It's everyone makeing you.
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