Many a moon agoI danced in tune With our songsAnd you asked how each songCould be so beautifulAfterwardThe rose tinted glasses Fell from my eyesAnd I moved onTo a better placeWith better peopleWho are my few precious friendsAnd I saw that we never happened at allWas it just a dream then?Or was it a harsh reality?I don't know and I'm past caringI'm a hundred miles awayRolling down the freewayAnd darling, you aren't even pretty anymore
The Bilge Master
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