
The past is long gone,
Still I count on,
The precious things,
Things I’d save in a fire.
The words I read to comfort me,
A cherished heirloom from the family,
You.
Things I’d save in a fire.
I worry about the future's dire,
Yet I cling to what I admire,
The precious things,
Things I'd save in a fire.
Nostalgic whispers from the past,
A journal penned with memories deep,
You, my love, my treasure to keep,
Things I'd save in a fire.
In flames, worries of the future ignite,
Nostalgia for the past burns bright,
Can't repair what has transpired,
Things I didn't save in a fire.
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