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Forgotten Times

Softly rustling tropical trees

Whisper in my ear

Warm rain falling down forever

Sounds that I no longer hear


I see them half-hidden in the stars

Drifting into memory

Those moments that were always ours

Faces that I never see


Now they talk of different things

The way they speak sounds all-too-strange

Voices that I don’t remember

Nothing you love will stay the same

And you never know what you’ve got until it fades away…

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