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Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house
that hold many sceneries.
Far from the chaos,
it was in villagries.
In the lap of nature
we were making memories,
unknown the fact that
we are far from worries.

Now all these sceneries
are just in my diaries.
I am in the time
which hold only imaginary
Nothing is alive,
Everything is bury.

But I am
Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house
that hold many senories.

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