Tiny Postcards Of Truth

Oh the tales they will tell

the tiny postcards of truth

The images they will sell

as they talk about you

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The subtle surrenders

that time washes away

When no one remembers

and rarely speaks her name

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The myth and the legend

that simply faded away

Time and time again

how they'll replay that day

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The folklore and stories

that small glimmer will flame

Like a novel, in series

they will name drop your name

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Disappeared like a whisper

on the breeze, out to sea

To a place that was simpler

like a thought, through the trees

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With no explanation or fuss

she simply vanished from sight

No one knew what it was

she slipped away into the night

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There were no signs or warnings

she left what she had behind

And they relive it each morning

even as her memory fades

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For when her name is spoken

pieces of her still remain

Many have tried to repeat it

and make their own get away

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But it takes true commitment

to dissolve into the fray

To find true contentment

where lost memories decay