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Friday night
Hazy sight
Everything’s blurry
Everyone’s right
Nothing to say
Nothing to do
But sit right here 
And think about you
In my mind
Thoughts of you
Trying to realize
My dreams of you
Dreams of innocence
Of short time together
What could have been
If our time was better
But dwell as I may
On trivial ideas
Of our time
That could have been
I thank the heavens 
That we came together
And spent the time we did
So as I sit here now
My thoughts flowing
I cherish the memories of you
Always with me
Like the wind
Always blowing.

Copyright ©2001 Randy Scott