memory’s of the past as the lights grow dim
coming to the end of the old year
as new rushes in
moments of the present will soon be the past
as life is moving and moving fast
things we did only yesterday
will soon be far faraway
a thought a dream a moment
a place in our heart as part of the human race
has ceased and is no more
but a distant memory
of time which has passed into our subconscious
and deep into history
locked away forever to never come back again
as the old year passes and new year rushes in
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