Like paint chipping off a masterpiece,
Like color fading from a well-loved garment,
These memories of mine, they slowly become
Thin, transparent like...
Like a flower turned to dust,
Like a ringing bell brought to rest,
My records recede into
The...
Like a fragrance calling up the past,
Like water through my fingers,
My memories become sketches like...
Like a vague tune in my head,
Like lovely words once read,
These memories of mine will soon be...
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