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Falling down,
down memory lane.
The people that I've met,fade away,
Into the distant recollection,
That I have wished, to be forgotten.
The colors once bright, and bliss
Slowly disintegrated and were blown away.
One by one shards of my memories fell apart,
And scattered far away.
The memories that over flow and fade,
The little girl's tears cry of woe.
For that little girl I used to know
has faded into a dark lust of unknown.