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With every passing year
As I savor my past
Each year passed by
Shows me something that I missed
Or did the other way.
I wonder why I stored them all
In the sweetest part of my brain
Thinking them as treasures of life
Now with every slide I regret
For using my precious memory
For futile things
I scanned it once again
and let it go
to fly on unseen horizon
where pain and happiness
dwell together in peace.
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