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When I glanced back through my days
I realised that something that I could not forget.
It looks like dawn in my eyes,
But it’s beaten by the hours
Could not tempt us if it tried,
Cause the time already come and gone...
And I quote...
"Oh, my past memories…"
I wish could turn back the ticking clock!
And grab back my sweet and bitter pasts
Never let it go... ‘Till I could barely realize
I’m not there!
I am afraid because I could not find it in your eyes,
But I’m sure it’s written all over your face
And if I knew your past memories
I could never hide something to you,
When I see we have made it through another up and down day,
Then I say
“Let’s go back to our sweet dream...."
Now the dusk has come
Waiting for the night to come along
And show its cover down on us again
And I am really....really...known....
It is the only way to bring us together again
Again...together!
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Roul
Roul is a reluctant antagonist and protoganist. sick and hypercritical freak.
Death, disease, famine Homelessness, abuse.
I cant even watch The 5 oclock news.
When did we lose control.
And how do we rebel.
Take a look around were on a rocket ship to hell.
There could be an answer It may not be too late.
But it involves a transfer.
Try love instead of hate.
All you can do Is be good to your people.
And hope those people.
Will be good to you too.
But good luck I doubt it.
Roul divide his time as a writer and Studio Director's Assistant.
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