The music is gone, the laughter has faded, and now
We are only left with what our minds can recollect.
We are constantly turning and touching old photographs
of old faces that now only exist in our memory.
The memories of wild adventures, beating hearts,
And the ambition to do something extraordinary.
We realize that even though the photograph stays the same,
And those memories are always alive, the people within them
are always changing.

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