Memories.Memories.Memories.
Through the looking glass Something I was once told.
A story told to me When I was just a child Now I'm growing old.
Don't you know When I'm standing here I'm waiting
For you For the world For the sun to show.
I wake up alone. Going day by day This heart of stone
Grasping each second Memories Stories Anything at all
The least bit important Significance Through the looking glass There remains a story Untold to some For me Nev
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