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Leave me in the ragged ribbons of time,
Away from your thoughts,
I don't want to be an anchor of woe
Troubling you so.

Why is it always that I cry,
For something unreachable,
I am unable to reach many of the stars
In the glittering sky.

When time itself renews the ribbons,
Cleans the harm away,
Will I be remembered still?

Or will I just be a memory...
Buried in the shadow of all that is bright...