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In the labyrinth of my mind My memory library dwells That vaulted endless space Where secrets quietly die and story-spun webs Are bound with the knots of life Accommodating each new day The dusty library swells Discarding faded pages ‘til but snapshots remain Of long-gone skies and Half remembered faces

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