Memories run together,
Some fade away.
Like the seasons of changing weather,
None here to stay.
The long roads we walked
To get to this place.
The ways that we talked,
Sometimes set in our ways.
Forget me not in the winter
When skies have turned to grey.
All the good times together
Shall never go away.
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