Picture this, You and meWalking down a white sand BeachWe're holding handsThe warm winds blowwe're all aloneAll these dreams are fantasiesThey're not real, not realityChorus:and now I cry over you, nearly die over youAnd all these bits and pieces of us that I try to find,Are only paintings in my mindfaded memories of another place and timewe were happy as can be you were loving me andnow it's just an image that I find like the paintings in my mindWhen you left I fell apart,I was torn, you broke my heart(Chorus)Impressions of the way it was long agosomewhere back in time.(Chorus)from Galen76@aol.com

 

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