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Written in the past

Spanish days and foreign nights
quiet ways and picturesque sights.
I'm losing you, I'm losing you,
I'm losing you to the crazy, hazy, lazy, rolling sea  
and to those lazy, hazy, precious memories.

Road gains and broken brains,
we were made with Anglo-saxon bells
ringing briefly in the breeze, rolling briefly through the tree.
Can you hear them ringing crazy melodies 
with those hazy, lazy, precious memories?

Soul mates arrive and old lover dies,
perfect days you stole from me. 
I'm falling, oh, I'm falling,
Yes, I'm falling for you everyday 
with those hazy, lazy precious memories.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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