Play it, Sam.
Play As Time Goes By.
Those are the words of another time
Another place
(yeah, but I heard them today)
Another lifetime?
My parents watch it.
And those of us who want to remember
Well do it.
So are the rest just gonna forget?
See you, Edo, see you, Al.
Watching them go off
Kinda heroic, wasnt it.
Uprooted and relocated,
A different world
A different life
(and just at eighteen.)
Its kinda romantic
Until you think about it.
And you realize that we know
how that story ends.
Theyre in no history books,
Their names are not remembered.
Even if they were,
They werent.
See you, Victor,
See you, Ilsa.
They just wanted a perfect world,
And even when that war ended,
There was only another waiting to come.
The Czechs werent free.
Were still stuck at war.
Just fly off in your plane,
And maybe try to forget Paris
And that other side of the Gate.
Thats part of another life, now.
Lets get this one sorted out.












Comments
it's so sad and yet kinda true
i love it
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I'm attractive but bitter
yes you have had moments were you've screamed enough to make me cry
but don't forget I enjoy pointing out every bad thing about you
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Let's dance.
Did you know the mind cannot tell the difference between real and imagined experiences?
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If you believe in Jesus Christ as your savior, copy and paste this into your signature.
From an IM about credibility with Lee-Wren: "Don't trust the Mayo Clinic's opinion on hippopotomi." -- Me
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THE SCANRANS ARE COMING! THE SCANRANS ARE COMING! Lol.
Eruff may be a Tammy Fan, but she's a Weiss Kreuz obsessed fangirl.
Fluff makes meh HAPPY!!!!!!!
() /)
( . . ) <3
c(")(")
you are my hero
<3
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I'm attractive but bitter
yes you have had moments were you've screamed enough to make me cry
but don't forget I enjoy pointing out every bad thing about you
Very well done. I always imagine your writings as sepia. Like Heimingway shortened.
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"All is fair in love and war. This is why you bring knives to a fistfight, guns to a knife-fight, and tanks to a gunfight.
.. don't get into tank-fights. "
this is the melancholy truth of life.
*is trying to sound deep^*
*is failing at sounding deep^*
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The truth is hiding in your eyes,
and its hanging on your tongue.
Just boiling in my blood.
But you think that I cant see
what kind of man that you are;
if youre a man at all.
Well, I will figure this one out
on my own.
- Decode, Paramore
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Let's dance.
and squids. giant squids.
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Well that's just a bag of squids!
Why, yes. Yes, I do say that.
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