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Still...
You cut through my days,
with memories of forever forgotten fairytales.
When I sink into my dreams,
you're always there to tell me what it means.
Even when you aren't the person I expect,
you may be proud for my respect.
Still you're the knife that cuts through my days,
Still you're the narrator telling those forgotten fairytales...
Still...you're the one I'll never forget...
Still...you're the one I love and never regret...