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Remembering


amid the ruins of their dreams
she sits alone
sings a song of sweet sorrow
remembering the days of their youthful folly
oh, how the world was full of vigor, exciting them, inspiring them
they believed they could reach the stars if only they tried
but what once was, shall never be


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