Remember us?
Remember the time when nursery rhymed?
Remember the wind when our curtains chimed?
Remember the beauty that you once defined?
Remember those lies — like yours and mine?
Remember the reason why you were left behind?
Remember the place that we couldn’t find?
Remember the past carpet-bombed by time?
Remember those moments that were too sublime?
Remember the envy …
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