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by Raven Willow Mar 27, 2008 category : Life, society / other
Looking back, The past controls, What memories seep through. While some remember moments, And others ones that are not true. It’s strange to think, Of time that’s passed, From all a lifetime ago. The days once long, Now are short, As working takes our play. For this I pray for memories, Of a long forgotten day.