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For reasons I cannot explain
Lost in forever change
A glimpse—A glance
We cut ourselves with chance

This I know for sure
The thought is tempting with cunning allure
How should we forget?
My past is now—The timing is set

Now was the inevitable end
Not to remember and to begin
They say it is all for the greater good
For not what they have done but for what they would

Just you and I now
From us alone—We will allow
A time that will be ours
As we return once again to the welcoming stars

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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