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the power of the past |
| This day fades under withering skies- Calendar says that it’s today But I don’t know; Today is so dim, Full of yesterday- And yesterday was full Of the days before. Why do they linger- Those moments past? Why do they hem today- Will it unravel without them? This day fades under withering skies- Calendar says that it’s today But I’m not sure… |