Remember what we are
doesn't matter what we were
it is long way to spend here
Agony and pain only to bear
it is peaceful present
rest all can remain absent
that may spoil peace and calm
less gain and more harm
you may forget it once for all
still it may be stored in wall
it may surface and remind of old days
happy moments and nice ways
what can be retained and forgotten?
It remains intact without being stolen
It is treasure and may be preserved
The tradition has to be kept in mind and observed
Let even words does not sneak out
It may speak of other things and about
It must be always kept in mind
It is to be opened in leisure moments and find
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