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MY EYES FILL WITH TEARS,

WASHING AWAY LAYERS,

HARVESTED OVER THE YEARS.



INTERWOVEN WITH THREADS OF

GOLD,

MEMORIES OF YESTER-YEAR

UNFOLD.



A MAGIC BLANKET IS ALL I NEED,

FOR THE PAST TO INTERCEDE.



LOOKING THROUGH A VEIL OF LACE,

I IMAGINE SOMEONES FACE.



SHARDS OF YESTERDAY RETURN,

MAKES A HEART, WEEP AND

YEARN.

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