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MEMOIRS |
The wind passeth, my dear with the Seasons of Change upon its heels and the Leaves of Time borne gently away I have none left to grasp but a Word a Phrase a Thought So let me freeze the memory and mayhap when Autumn comes to take my body away a part of my Soul will be left behind Suspended in a dreamless void but alive and kept in Solitude Here in my Sea of Words...
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