Songs of love a long time ago, being played slowly, memories
coming back, yet they are no longer the same because that
love never became the one that you have in my life.
Sharing the beauty and wonder of having children together,
watching them grow into handsome, smart and compassionate
men, being so proud of them.
Loving the children they've now brought into the world, an
honor from within our hearts that will always hold us together
through the years.
So songs of love so long ago matter no more today for they've
lost their essence in the passing of time, becoming faint
memories of yesterday only.
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