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It will all soon be over
Your great conversations
The exchange of good mornings
And good nights

The next month you'd be pretending 
Wearing polite smiles
And in your head, you'd play memories
But you have nothing against time

No power against the future
No chance against yourselves 
Moreover that our generation's 
Been groomed to outlive itself

There'd be too much schoolwork 
And not enough fun
There'd be be a new group to talk with 
And your words will be forgotten but not gone

And yet you still continue 
As if your life together goes on
As if you'd all walk together in the same room
And not as changed individuals 

Strange is a friendship 
Brought by chances
By struggles
by grief

And if it the bond withstands
Time and ambitions
How stranger modern friendships
Would be?


t. h.

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