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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