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How old could he have been
 When last you saw him, when last he grinned
 The way he did the day before...
 ...You smiled, and lost a tear
 Being very careful not to let it smear
 And I was standing just about here
 Witnessing sincere
 But you rose to leave in such a rush
 It fell beneath the browning bush
 There's no way you could have seen
 What you left behind
 Is mine for the taking
 Don't mind, it's not worth time wasting
 It's my memory now
 When I saw you leave the grounds
 And do that skittish look around
 I thought I'd lost you, along with the truth
 But I noticed something fall aside
 The joy that you had tried to hide would nail you
 With me as sleuth
 So I shuffled past the monkey bars
 And there, beside your wet cigar,
 I found the naked proof
 What you left behind
 Is mine for the taking
 Don't mind, it's not worth time wasting
 It's my memory now
 You stood and smiled goodbye
 To the boy you used to be, the boy who cried
 Alone in his room at night, far away from Mommy's eyes
 Now, strong, and all of 15
 You spend your days wasting gasoline
 Favoring girls from dirty magazines
 To those you've seen
 You threw your picture towards the trash
 Your aim was good, but the wind was fast
 And you sailed right to me
 What you left behind
 Is mine for the taking
 Don't mind, it's not worth time wasting
 You're my memory now