#5 (From, ‘what's Really Happening-In 54 Numbers’)
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Peter S. Quinn
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The green fields of growth,
Slowly fades all our past.
I remember our love and oaths,
But nothing forever lasts.
The lovely smile I once knew,
Is no longer with me here;
But when it was, it was true,
Full of tenderness and care.
Threads are finally broken,
Though I've tried to hold tight.
Words once softly spoken,
Now are in different light.
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