Content of: Standing
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02/28/18 at 11:14PM
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Poetry
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Standing in the middle of a lonely bar,
I think of you and of the way,
it used to be.
Remembering all the joys of yesterday
and of all the fun we made.
Standing in the middle of a lonely bar,
I think of you and of the way,
it used to be.
Remembering all the joys of yesterday
and of all the fun we made.