In shadows deep, memories reside,
Whispers of moments, like the ebbing tide.
Time may pass, yet echoes remain,
A haunting refrain, a bittersweet pain.
Through years that dance, like leaves they stray,
The past's embrace, it finds its way.
A symphony of yesterdays, a ghostly hue,
In silent nights, its whispers renew.
Oh, how the heart yearns to be free,
From chains of what was, yet still to see,
In the tapestry of life, a thread that won't undo,
There's the saying: the past always has a way of coming back to taunt you.
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