The Chagras slow whistle
Though faint and from afar
Vague memories yet called to mind
Whose detail, like a faded dream,
Is lost to the haze of time
And yet...
They conjure up a sweet melancholy
From an age which has now pressed,
And gone beyond recapture.
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And yet... They conjure up a sweet melancholy From an age which has now pressed, And gone beyond recapture. It's simply beautiful.