Long Be A Memory
Reflections lost in a daze of memories
Fading with the setting sun....
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Inklings in facets unlatched for display a private grand performance appear in my mind and then fade away
Looking onward stalled by the past the fire of love is now reduced to ash
A longing still remain another season another change growing weary of despair I fall to my knees unaware
Long be a memory torturous of the past fighting for a breath inevitably I crash
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