Of sullen stares and bygone moments,
Of wistful thoughts and wry smiles,
Of crinkled foreheads and wooden noses,
Of thorns afoot before bleeding roses.
Days there were, we were naive!
Of silent love and selfish snares,
Of true fiends and sullen stares.
Of words given and promises kept,
Of trust broken and paths we have left.
Days there are when we wait!
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