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I met you on a Wednesday afternoon,
Dressed in pink, they said I’d always look up to you
And sure that was true for a long while,
My toothless grin idolizing you.
But isn’t it funny
How people change with the weather?
And it seems you were part of that crowd,
The world crashing down around us
With the speed of a falling feather
But the sound of an elephant stampede.
Now I ask you to look around us,
The memories, the times, the shed tears.
It seems all the times have been masked,
Faded and distorted with the years.
My teeth have grown in
And I’m not dressed in pink
Around your finger I’m not wrapped.
The weather’s changing and so are you,
All we’ve got left are memories
And for you,
That Wednesday afternoon.





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