So many memories are buried
in my heart graveyard
Even those faces as well
I thought they would be hard
life goes on with her own pace
Fancy cars become part of the junkyard
Every pain has happiness before
don’t think narrow, think broad
do what you like and like what you do
you are free and slave of only one lord
everything has time and place
until the right moment don’t show your card
Life is precious and very short
Make it easy don’t make it hard
YAZ
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