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As I awake with trembling hands to write upon
the page again. The page of life I'm living it's so unforgiving that's what they say.
Building castles in the sky we hoped our dreams
would never die, like knights in shining armor
do, chasing dreams that never do come true
Picture frame memories that's all that's left
of you, picture frame memories of the things we
use to do.
Flowers that grow and bloom in spring to decorate the world again but only for a month or two, for flowers are just like me and you
they have to die. Now your a part of everything
withered by the waning spring, spirit floating
in the sky now your a flower that never has to die. Picture frame memories that's all that's
left of you. Picture frame memories of the
things we use to do.