Lessons to be learned
The old letters to be burned
All can’t be understood
Some things are to be lost
For good
Wrinkles on my face
Bruises of your years on hands
We rarely learn it once
So we have to do it twice
By chance
Mistakes to be found
Be right or to be kind
All can’t be overlooked
But there’re things that we should
For good
Teach us till we die
How to say good-bye
Nothing to bring back
The words and yet their lack
Can hurt
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