We look so happy in the photograph
I was told I chased the ducks and got so mad when they ran away
It paints the picture of a happy family, a loving family
Exactly how I would want to remember it
I bet we didn't even fight that day
No bickering or teasing only smiles
I seem so content tucked in my mother's arms
I look just like her, except my blonde, messy hair
The photograph is a little fuzzy just like the memories
Oh, I do wish I could remember that day
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