They could tell a story
Of nights full love and whisky
It was the best thing I could ever remember
Just as tomorrow reminds us
Of all the nights missed
Holding hands
Slipping fingers past closed doors
Reaching for one last moment
Hoping it never passes away
I don't care about tomorrow
I just care about today
Because it's one more day
I smile
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