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Songs whether new or old,
Sadness and joys unfold.
Some songs are to treasure,
Value of songs, we can’t measure.
It makes you smile, it makes you cry
It takes you back , mends the crack.
Singers pass, songs become a past
But the sweet and bitter memory last!

By crp

© 2008 crp (All rights reserved)


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