#40 (From, ‘what's Really Happening-In 54 Numbers’)
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Peter S. Quinn
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Endless seas of memories,
This love is now of the past;
Photographic moments freeze,
Nothing's going to last.
We had moments in time space,
Falling leaves and yellow grass;
Our affection and turning ways,
Gone into the trash.
All our memories are old news,
Flowing thoughts that all dies out;
Inside me a soul with bruise,
Sometimes even doubt.
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