Reminiscence dust of summer passing
Love songs days that were never meant to be
Desirous times of sightings delights that were free
Put down together and made to amassing
Carried near to things and more cuirassing
Answers to advises that fit like a key
Of the dispersion shell - the past esprit
Obscure ways of things that have been sassing
The night is like a sister of deep thoughts
Washing ashore every aspect of chance
Between more and new that is to be here
Engine of ways converting to their plots
Together in the daze living their dance
Recall each tactic from the vague blear
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