The shadows of our existence
Some friends are so close that we do not see
That the directions of our paths differ
Till we reach those places where
The morning sun sets alone and the morning bird
Flies against the songs in our hearts
And the lyrics are different and maybe the melody too
But the memories, yours and mine are morphed together
The lonely tree in the garden is ignorant
That when the jukebox plays, I smile and think of you
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