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There used to be a time,
when I was yours and you were mine.

There was such a thing,
when I could always give you a ring.

There was such a game,
endlessly I could take your name.

Now all that remains,
are the remains of our past.

History is to be admired,
and made into an epic,
Both of us had conspired

- Parag Agarwal ©

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