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Mystery
The heavy fog
Shrouds my mind
Difficult to discern
The moving of time
The die is cast
Gray forevermore
Funny how time slips
through closed and locked doors
Beneath the blanket
Of my healing heart
Sleeps the memories
Now broken, fragmented shards
My love runs deep
In all its sweet simplicity
Now we know what could have been
Will always be a mystery
Shrouds my mind
Difficult to discern
The moving of time
The die is cast
Gray forevermore
Funny how time slips
through closed and locked doors
Beneath the blanket
Of my healing heart
Sleeps the memories
Now broken, fragmented shards
My love runs deep
In all its sweet simplicity
Now we know what could have been
Will always be a mystery
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