Sepia edges curl like remembered whispers
Faces frozen between then and now
Shadows of moments we cannot reclaim
The album breathes with forgotten summers
Fingers tracing lines of what once was
Memories soft as worn fabric
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Sepia edges curl like remembered whispers
Faces frozen between then and now
Shadows of moments we cannot reclaim
The album breathes with forgotten summers
Fingers tracing lines of what once was
Memories soft as worn fabric