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There'll be a day when it'll all be gone.

When we'll be old, and we'll do more than dream.

But for now, this seems more than good to me.

It doesn't matter that it'll all be gone.

Because it won't, not really.

"Now" will live in our memories, don't worry.

And all of it will be true.

So beautiful and so true.

And yeah, we'll get old.

And only keep in touch with a few.

But we'll all be together

in our memories.

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BW289

very thoughtful, and truthfull. i really liked this poem. check out my poems if u get a chance! :)

you_wish94

Okay, I will! Thanks for liking my stuff!

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