Time tries to erase all the traces of you.
The hands you once kissed are now stiff with old age.
The ring when we married slides into the drain.
The photos of us have turned brown and decayed.
The hands you once kissed are now stiff with old age.
The hair that you stroked is now thinner and grey.
The photos of us have turned brown and decayed.
The words that you whispered are fading away.
The hair that you stroked is now thinner and grey.
The ring when we married slides into the drain.
The words that you whispered are fading away.
Time tries to erase all the traces of you.
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