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They sit there together, white and gray hair, smiling and laughing, the sights seems so rare, Side by side at the table, conversation arise, how I miss all them days, so I sit there and sigh, reminiscing each moment, when we used to be, being so quite, just waiting to see, if one day you'll come, and take away my heart, but this time it won't, be so torn apart. · Hillary Angelic ·