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Your face is worn by harder times. Your eyes have lost your pain
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Memories now pleasant tones, Like paintings washed in rain
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The hard times don't seem quite as bad, Looking through the years
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And the good times all seem twice as good, Though you see them through your tears

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What feats have you recaptured, Your eyes are filled with time
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Memories are coming back, To relocate your mind
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Seven hills of Roam returned, From shadows lost in time
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Taste each memory carefully, Like you taste your morning wine

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You talk about your brothers, Who lived in other times
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The one's who worked the railroads, And the one's who worked the mines
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Ones who built the bridges, And the one who fixed the shoes
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And the ones whose memories mean the most, Are those you never lose
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And the ones whose memories mean the most, Are those you never lose