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Not All Things Age To Perfection
As I stare out the window
 Through the dirty, cracked glass
 In this run-down neighborhood
 At all the cars that pass
 The rain cascades downward
 Falling rather fast
 Reminding me of the sweet memories
 I dared to call the past
 Little clips and photos are all I have left
 Of a love that was forever, but didn't last
 Flashbacks take me to a time
 When I was yours and I called you mine
 But it's as they say 
 Nothing last forever
 Well ain't that the truth
 Like our first kiss 
 Next to the movie ticket booth
 Or the time we held hands
 In the park all day long
 Or the time we couldn't remember
 The words to our favorite song
 Now as I sit alone 
 In the house we built together
 I stare out the window
 At the stormy weather
 And I remember you
 And all the times you laughed
 And I wish I had told you
 How much I cared a little more
 I wished I could have held you
 One more time before
 Well, I started having to dream
 Just to see your face
 And I started trying to get back
 The love I can't replace
 Before I started staring out
 Through the window 
 At the falling rain
 Before I lost all hope
 And felt all this pain

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