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Echo from the past is drifting further away It only returns occassionally in black and white as treasures harder to find and nearly impossible to hold
Echo to the future is vaguely formed It just started to beat as my heart could spare some into day dreams
Echo of the present is still vivid but ignorable mostly It only gets my attention when I line up the past and the future and try to extrapolate
Echo of my very existence seems to be quite contented and reflected in a few lines of unspoken words
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