There is something in the echoes of the years that slipped away
A shadow of a memory that can’t be made to stay
No matter what I try to do
Like dreams it fades away
Tales from a Messy Workbench!
There is something in the echoes of the years that slipped away
A shadow of a memory that can’t be made to stay
No matter what I try to do
Like dreams it fades away
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