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In the echoes of forgotten days,
Memories drift like autumn leaves,
Fading colors, once so bright,
Now softened by the hands of time.
A clock ticks in the quiet room,
Each second a step farther away,
From moments cherished, loved, and lived,
Now distant as a childhood dream.
Faces blur, voices dim,
Yet their warmth lingers, bittersweet,
In the heart’s deep chamber, locked away,
Lost in time’s relentless sweep.
The past, a river ever flowing,
Carries fragments of what once was,
Ghosts of yesterday, lost in time's pause.
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Abbas
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