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These songs filled with memories keep playing. 
Bathing me in nostalgia. 

Watching the moon replay memories of those summer nights, 

Like a mini projection screen. 

These moments come in waves, 

And at his moment I’m drowning. 
The funny thing is, 

This used to bring tears to my eyes. 

These songs were sad. 

But I can’t stop smiling. 

Yes I’m sad that they’re over. 

But they happened, 

And I can always go back and escape for a little. 
I think that’s a big sign that you’ve grown. 

When things that once brought you sadness, 

But had the opportunity to bring you happiness.