As the waves crash on the shore
I see what was before
As the haze in my eyes clear
I see what was here
A golden ticket outside my door
The light at the end of the tunnel
A rainbow of colors with a pot of gold
Oh how deep the longing to hold
Cherishment in the times spent
Sifting through the affects
But like footprints in the sand
The times swept away by the winds of change
Leaves only memories to remain
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