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Final embraces, breaths hush up the tone Sliding, scratching, clawing for those Times far gone. By now, countless words to say. Ears turned deaf, apropos of atrophy. Promises ne'er to keep. Come back, come back, come back. Never, never to come back again. Long lost Are those times. All of our smiles reflecting the sun, and sky. Weeping is a gentle reminder To not forget those distant shores ...

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