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Suddenly,
The dancing stopped;
The music stopped;
The conversations stopped;
The heartbeats stopped
With one flash
And one bang
It all ended
In the night
That went down forever
In infamy

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Time flying by
The clock ticking away
Counting down the days.

Counting down the days
Until it all falls apart
And all is gone.

And all is gone
In my soul as
Time flies by.

Time frozen still
For half a second
Make up these
Countless tattered
Photographs from
The near past
And the distant
Past caught
In the moment
Living on forever
Wearing thin at
The edges these
Tattered photographs
Stay undamaged,
Un-reversed, safe
From the cruel
Hands of harm.

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