All the old ones

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All the old ones are leaving us now, time ticks on as they slip through the back door. All the songs are silenced now, they won’t be sung like that anymore. All the old ones are leaving us now, and with them a part of ourselves dissolves onto the cosmic floor. All the old ones are leaving us now, the harsh push of time withers them away, each passing day, slowly taking them all away.

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