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Wine(ing) and Crying The old song plays how those were the days, my friend. I thought they were but now I know they were mere moments in time bringing you and me into this moment when the days are real and the bills pile up and chance plays as big a role as anything. They say they were days of innocence I say they're days of ignorance - not out of spite or malice I'd be ignorant now if I could get by with it... Those were the days but now, time is measured in seconds and minutes as the time clocks away taking the days along with it. |
Additional Notes:
"Wine(ing)" is the intended spelling
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