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Intensity
is harder and harder to achieve
as the age is counting the toll
and the fuel it has been burning all these years
Only looking for sparks of moment
that could light up the old flames
from the memories
Just talking about the youth
could make the freshness resurgent
Even we couldn't hold on to any past
all those would keep us moving into the sunset
keep the dream little sweeter
the night little shorter than loneliness
and the next morning little fresher
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