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What's leftA story of years, forgotten in the depths of minds that keep pushing them deeper down Replaying scenes of love, friendship, death And memories that are many still unknownWhat's left
It's just in the hearts of a few changed actors Which this story lives on, gathering tears Creating lots, hurting few, touching hundreds Yet fading through the window of years
Every second makes it harder to remember what it used to be like, conjure up these pieces leaves falling on water, drifting farther Off into the distance until the ripple ceases
Sometimes one sees a glimpse of
Back again
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"die sluwe bittter eende kak op my graf in die reen"
Breyten Breytenbach
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