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In My Heart

In my heart is a little pane, A little tiny grain of truth again. A reminder of speculated destined, Of those domains blessed. Let the time gracefully descend further, And in time I shall listen to that murmur, And dive therein so that, I may re-live what I was supposed to at. And relinquish the honour of the mantle, And the forgotten ones will remember that fleeting glory ample, And recollect the traction of dissociation.

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