Although the days have passed
They left, of the mind and the existence
They were seen, debated by the time
Which is gone, now that,
Remains a memory oh no, no.
Are your hands that follow me, are your dreams,
A part in the memory that survives
Although things have changed
Have gone, opaquing in the disassociation,
Were seen, debated by destinies and delusions,
Now that, a memory remains...

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