A song,
Something that will remind you of me,
And I will be reminded of you,
After the door of chances had shut us out.
Its streaks of melody, plunging right through my senses,
Lingering, stubbornly lingering,
Driving me into the blues and solitude.
Until one step at a time, I'll be getting it out of my system.
But as long as there are more wishes to be wished,
And the trail of possibilities is wide open,
With a sting in the tail, it'll be replaying,
Until my mind neglects to remember.
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