We all remember some events,
Although in different ways,
For there's a prism that distorts
When in the past we gaze.
My bros and I can reminisce
And laugh without reprieve,
Yet recollections vary
From the truth we each believe.
There is no way to prove who's right -
We all are, in our minds -
But memories we share still form
The tie that always binds.
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