there will be a time,
when the creatures of this earth will go.
a time when we're all that's left,
when everthing we knew will be gone.
we will have to remember,
but for how long,
as time fades,
so do those memories,
in time we will forget,
forget what we did,
those memories must stay,
they hold the key to the past,
and the past opens the door way to the future.
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