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Now long lost love is

but a dying ember,

and times well spent,

they won’t remember.

On a forgotten spool

or misplaced tape,

lies an unreachable love,

from which there’s no escape.

For no magic key

or combination number,

can unlock those days,

that are but silent slumber.

Forever, like tomorrow,

means infinity at the time,

but in reality, tomorrow,

becomes a mausoleum shrine.

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