People change - constantly like maturing wine
Either they turn bitter or sour or slowly refine
Or else are mixtures between all the three
Ask them to remember something bitter
Truth is tainted, to another - addressee
Ask them to remember something sour
Then the fruits of their memories bower
Ask them to remember something just perfect
Tongues stammer - speechless to reflect
People change - constantly like maturing wine
So like heavenly stars all have to realign
Either they turn bitter or sour or slowly refine
Or else are mixes between all the three
Ask them to remember something bitter
Truth is tainted, to another - addressee
So yes, people are changing - constantly.
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