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The beauty of memory is like the beauty of treesWith intertwined branchesStretched across a field How specialHow tangledHow deep With roots planted firmly in placeMarked by each passing seasonIts rings holding on to what came before It will fadeWithin time
The beauty of memory is like the beauty of trees
With intertwined branches
Stretched across a field
How special
How tangled
How deep
With roots planted firmly in place
Marked by each passing season
Its rings holding on to what came before
It will fade
Within time
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