Once upon a time
when I walked into the room
Your eyes lite up
You smiled like I was your dream
We talked and my opinion mattered
Now
I speak you get upset
I walk in the room and reruns matter more
Once
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O God, guide me, protect me, make of me a shining lamp and a brilliant star. Thou art the Mighty and the Powerful. —‘Abdu’l-Bahá
