Remembered days, chidish ways, golden fog, amber haze

Old song fades, echoes remain, liquid gold on tap, hides the pain.

Won’t run forever, a truth always known,

foolish desire, to go back home.

Made for land, cant swim in sorrow,

new memories to make….first thing tomorrow.

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