FRAGRANCE
I am not the time,
which will pass,
i am not the fate,
which will alter,
i am a fragrance,
which will take entry,
of the buds of your memory,
whether you accept me or not,
you will sing my song,
i shall mingle in your voice
if you look into the mirror,
i shall be there in your face
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