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Beyond my memory
there lies a past. I'm guessing it wasn't good; for the memories didn't last. I search and search, but to no avail. My past is a ship that can no longer sail. I'm a Lost Ship... I fight through the waves, But as the storm collects It rants and it raves; It tosses me around; And piles on the cost. By misery I am bound; By memory I am lost.
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