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To Remember


Magic had filled the air, Energy seeped from my being. Only now can i look back, and Remember: how much better the cider smelled, or how Lively the stars seemed. I remember the laughter. oh how i Loved the sound... but now that Night has passed, never to be lived again. Yet i, i shall remember that night, "to the very end of the age."
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