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History can feel far or near, it's all relative to how much you care.
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There is little more for which one may ask
Than for the simple joy
True love may bring
You know it's face not in moments past
But in in moments last
Where grief should spring
Till the fated day
The appointed time
Many know not the treasure they hold
Cherish your seconds
For little you have
As must all things in time grow old
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