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The terrace, And the open sky Offering an escape From the urban jungle. There we sat, And spoke Of many things. Which, now floods my mind In that glorious past, Which was then a boring present, We talked about uncertain future. Days passed, Into the future we ventured, On different paths With a resolve to meet When time is ripe
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
Nostalgia
The terrace, And the open sky Offering an escape From the urban jungle. There we sat, And spoke Of many things. Which, now floods my mind In that glorious past, Which was then a boring present, We talked about uncertain future. Days passed, Into the future we ventured, On different paths With a resolve to meet When time is ripe
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
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