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Lost Song Of The Past
I try to sing the perfect song
of times now in the past,
I can't carry a sweet tune
when good memories do not last.
There is no sad song to sing
of friends who come and go,
I try to think of better lyrics
but this hate I've come to know.
The melody inside my heart
is not always sweet and kind,
my vocals cannot carry a tune
and past feelings I can't find.
The music of my first love
once reached the bluest sky,
I can't remember good of him
after the times he made me cry.
The sounds of hate are awful
and my lullabies bring no sleep,
my vocals lost inner beauty
from past feelings that were deep.
Now my voice whispers softly
the song of a healed heart,
I now sing to a different tune
and the present is my start.
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