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Today is gone, but yesterday is near,
The “ todays” are our yesterdays, so cairn, so dear.
Rummaging through sweet reiics of oid.
Rearranging thoughts to stories untold.
Looking back at life.
Looking over the past,
“ Why” ? You must ask yourself,
“ Won’t these dreams last?”
Tomorrow was once here, and it was once gone.
As were our lives, that now move along.
