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An Autumn Memory

Love (or at least we thought it was love)
Brought both of us to this lake’s edge;
Time, and we knew it was time, broke down,
The same way we would break the pledge

We made upon a magic day.
So many years ago, adrift:
Two souls and bodies turned to gold
Who felt the change, but couldn’t understand

The shift

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