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Memories Lost

There are mice underneath the floorboards,
Their cries have echoed louder than before,
Louder and louder the sound grows,
The sound we will hear forever more.

These bridges we cross beyond and below,
Bricks of memories remain lost,
As we try to forget the face of the ghost,
We will forgive and forget the lies,
Of all the stories that were told.

When we were young we had fun,
But times have changed beyond meaning,
Seeing is believing as days disappear,
Years ago we had confidence today we have fear,
We've just realized time has moved on,
Years from long ago have passed and gone.