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A waining conscious, becoming past tense

Once upon a time 

Not so long ago 

We tasted heaven 

And thought little of its end

 

Living for the now 

Worrying about the future 

We never really questioned 

This is where we belonged 

 

And now time passes cruelly 

And I fear my standards are 

Falling, that good will never 

Quite be there

 

Nothing will ever compare 

To our eternal youth 

It’s stupid to be so callous 

And say 

 

Today could be my last 

But this has been enough 

All this 

That particular consciousness 

Is all I’ll ever need 

 

Once you’ve tasted heaven 

Don’t sever

Hold on more tightly 

Every day 

And with all your might 

 

Remember 

 



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