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I often wonder if it's really me, or do I imagine this emptiness I feel? The love I cherished, seems to grow cold, and the kids don't even notice me, Oh well!, guess I'm just getting old.
Life should be beautfful, it should never grow dull, There has to be more to a day than just getting up. Why I can remember when we laughed and played....but gloom has crept in, on our sunny day.
Maybe somehow, we can look back and put all our dreams down pat, Sharing and building as we used to do, Maybe sunshine will come back and chase out the blue....
by: Katerina