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We once known what was the meaning of happiness, and how it makes us feel we own the world
Until that smile fade and all out expeditions had gone down a face were once filled with compassion and love now it's just a dull run down pile
I suppose the world will run out of time, maybe the failure of the past can change and the future can unfold it's story
For these memories we shared, the happiest feeling we felt will be a Memento as we part our ways in the abyss.
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