A memory
Can you feel the gentle breeze?
A Zephyr that clams my heart
The sands of time ebb and flow around that field of flowers
My features become little more than a faded photograph
And I ask if you will still remember me
The true me or the one in that picture
Everything is reduced to a breezy requiem
A melody followed by [...]
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