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Sometimes things come back like a memory blast,
memories locked, consigned to the past,
A song, a picture, a thought of a day,
A face you remember, a time gone away.
Sat on a beach with my dad in the sun,
My brother is with me, boy did we have some fun,
A car that was dying made sure we got there,
It was soon put down but it went with a prayer.
Walking in the rain and nobody spoke,
Until dad came out with his usual joke,
"We'll soon be brown", I thought "won't we just"
Oh damn, silly me, he meant from the rust.
But time has a price and these days come to an end,
So take a second to look at your friend,
To take a step back for a moment and say,
I will cherish your love to my dying day.
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