Remember...

Forget not our days of joy.

When you and I, both fought for a toy.

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Today, as I walked down the street.

I saw Timmy dragging his feet.

But when I asked him why.

He answered me with a cry.

"Oh if only men had compassion.

How I will live life full of passion.

But alas, men are unkind and cold.

Yesterday, a father stood in front of the world.

His children amongst the crowd, watching.

Others, merely waiting.

On the stage mingled the rich.

A robed man was dragged from below to preach.

He spoke of the lord.

While the executioner sharpened his sword.

The preacher was then asked to pray for the convict.

That his soul be condemned to hell through an edict.

Murmurs arose in fleets.

Soon, everyone were on their feet. 

Order was lost, and peace was never found on that day.

Every protester and rioter were silenced the only way."

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Forget not our days of joy.

Forget not the times we'd cry.

Remember the happy moments.

Remember not the sad pasts.

But look instead toward the future.

And live for the present, in a green pasture.

For after this life is done.

And we're all gone.

Only one thing will remain.

Let that be the friendship we've attained.

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