Sitting by the stream,
Watching water flow,
Life is but a dream,
Softly as the snow,
A flowering scheme.
Deep in my mind,
Thoughts drift away,
Truths left behind,
Fading to gray.
Hear the wind,
Softly sigh,
At the end.
Time flies,
No lies.
Lost.
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