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A girl sits on the shores of memory,

And watches the past fly by,

Caught up in the midst of a revery,

She doesn’t notice the present cry,

A cool breeze blows on the golden shore,

As she knowingly opens a once locked door,

Where past ,present ,and future is swept,

Into the current where memory slept,

With her eyes open wide,

She dives right in,

And drowns in the tide,

Of Remember When.