Poncho:
Good friend of mine, I do nothing but ask you of the times we once shared. I do nothing but ask you of the great deeds we once accomplished. I do nothing but ask you of the wonderful people we once knew. I do nothing but ask you of how great everything once was.
Good friend of mine, I do nothing but tell you of the times we once shared. I do nothing but tell you of the great deeds we once accomplished. I do nothing but tell you of the wonderful people we once knew. I do nothing but tell you of how great everything once was.
Good friend of mine, our times have grown old. Our times have been forgotten. Our lives grow less promising every day. Our friends have left us. Our world has speed past us. Our dreams have vanished. Our times are near an end.
Good friend of mine, nothing is left. We sit back and watch our world die. We can stop it. So, good friend of mine tell me of our lives and the people we will soon leave behind.
-Evad
Monday, November 15, 2004
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