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Valleys and rivers seem to stretch on,
While the school bus’s roaming along
Time will never slow down.
With my cereal and milk mix an old song
Day piles up a rose week,
Weeks plus a daisy month,
As class ends and starts.
South Point bell would never relax.
And months grow like years.
New Year has finally calls hometown
On the pain of memory
I am falling down!
Alas! The familiar rain drops hurt my heart,
As granite scraps bite my flesh.
But the cuttings soothe my mind.
With faces of all kinds.
Even if I never may see you again,
Still will you help me on my feet up to stand.
Even if you are as far as the mountains go,
Even if our relationship ends
You will always remain in my soul.
I still can touch you in my dreams. |
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