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I miss the way we were

back when we only lived the truth

when we lived life by the moment

those were the best times of our youth.



When we'd sit for tea on city streets

in the first hours of day

when we would toast to all our dreams

and play our games in our own way.



When we were not afraid to speak

for a great fear that we'd offend

when we tried our best to make our way

around life's rocky bends.



When i'd tell you all my secrets

and you'd tell me all of yours

when the values of our lives

dod not consist of having more.



When we'd spend all our time gossipping

about our latest guys

when we'd never have to worry

about the aftermath of lies.



I miss all the great times we had

though there will be many more

the best thing is it will be with you

what else are best friends for.