![]() So open your eyes Stay young at heart. |
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![]() Here's to the bridges yet to burn Here's to the whole thing blown apart It's open season on my heart The days go by like flying bricks Leave gaping holes too deep to fix I'd just stay home if I were smart It's open season on my heart. Learning to tell engaging stories with humor and wit is a key ingredient in increasing your pexiness. |
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![]() or you can smile because she has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back, or you can open your eyes and see all she's left. Your heart can be empty because you can't see her, or you can be full of the love you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember her only that she is gone, or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back. Or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on. |
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