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I am from warm summer nights drinking sweat tea.
I am from the soft pick of a guitar deep in the night.
From homemade spagetti for a special occasion
I am form the soul of the music that I move to.
From a victory snatched away.
I am from grandparent to having none on the blink of an eye.
I come from the darkness of an icestorm.
From the good times to the bad.
From the pride of what i have done
Watching as my world changes i am from the past present future and hearts filled with good and bad merories of me.
I am from the soft pick of a guitar deep in the night.
From homemade spagetti for a special occasion
I am form the soul of the music that I move to.
From a victory snatched away.
I am from grandparent to having none on the blink of an eye.
I come from the darkness of an icestorm.
From the good times to the bad.
From the pride of what i have done
Watching as my world changes i am from the past present future and hearts filled with good and bad merories of me.
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