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Once
What is forgotten, is who I am. What is remembered, a long ago plan. A place I see now only in a dream, was once so familiar like an unforgetable sea. The sounds and smell once lost their appeal. Now terribly missed as I shed a tear. Hold on to the whispers that died on the wind. Hold on to the memories of past friends. Forget-me-nots are now in bloom. Remembered as clearly as a song or tune. Whats this place so far and gleam, this place was once a home to me.
