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Time has passed us by,
A blur of fragmented memories,
And we lose our hold
On a distinctive reality
To recollect the obscure past.
We experience a prophesized sorrow--
The inevitable course
Of an implacable fate--
Yet no matter how we attempt
To stop the hourglass,
Moments of happiness fade
Into the oblivion of fathomless destiny.
Our tears trickle silently
In remorseful streams,
Droplets of pained comprehension
And amity adrift,
While we wait for the sunrise
And consoling warmth
To make our wounds nothing more
Than an aching memory.
Beyond the horizon is where
The sun and moon subsist:
Trails of disillusioned gold
And somnolent silver
Streaking splashes of color,
Ignorant of existence,
Forever wondering where the two paths will meet.
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