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I thought I was lost
a long time ago
I thought all my memories
were blowing in the snow.
My worries, my cares, everything lost
I must find my way home at all costs.
The snow is so mysterious,
holding my memories,
all of them lost,
lost in the wind.
But as I squint at the sun,
rising overhead,
I wonder about the one thing I truly dread.
Am I lost but not forgotten?
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