she with the golden smile
its nice to remember someone's smile.
even though you never seen it.
its nice to remember someone's laugh.
even though you never heard it.
its nice to remember someone's hug.
even though you never felt it.
its nice to remember someone's kiss.
even though you never taste it.
it felt nice.
because your mind imagine the nice things.
like fairy tales.
where love lives happily ever after.
life in reality
is hard.
is cruel.
is sad.
so its nice to remember.
while you sit at the bank of the moonriver.
while you fly to the moon.
while you sing in the rain.
remember me.
even if you have never met me.
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