
Title: And the street was not the same as it
was like
There is nothing much to write
But sadness, pain and bitterness
And I've been there last night
When the street was not the same as
it was like
And the lights were off
With the quietness of the twilight
And my heart is cold
With no hand to hold
And the street was not the same as it
was like
When you used to tell me how you feel
When you used to be with me
With all that is in your heart to reveal
There is nothing much to write
But loneliness, suffering and resentment
And I've been there last night
And the street was not the same as it
was like
When there is no me and you
And there is hurt
We know we can't undo
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Cheryl Ching
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9intervals, the idea is derived from a cat having nine lives. I guess, I don't have to tell you how much I love cats!
We've been through intervals in this lifetime. Guess, I'm lucky to be alive. I don't think I would be lucky the next time. But nevertheless, we have our intervals. A certain episode that we remember in the past that affects our future. Or maybe just something that we can learn from. A little something to look back to.
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