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Time Drifting

I feel time moving,

as days become weeks

and weeks become years

and years are forgotten

except for the rarest of moments

that remain in our memory.

We sat rising into the the night sky

this water ride we were on,

talking as we looked over the side of the ride.

It was so long ago,

you have drifted so far away,

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