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By Ali Date: 2001 Jul 11 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.11.11.43.4984]] |
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As the seasons change, so do we Nothing is constant, excpet change itself Often our memories fade away The softly melting snow, turns to running water He says that he forgets, but I know better Everything holds true, yet slips away Rough times ahead, rough times behind The answers are misplaced, by choice In haste the words are spoken Maybe it is me, who has forgotten why, and how Each day behind, the past is never far |