While the mind works its cogwheels
And trots from one thought to another
As the heart is torn asunder
Oh, how ephemeral these memories seem
So finite, so unreal
Like prancing though shattered glass
As the minuet silently fleets
Gently now,
With no sense of urgency
Retrace each step without hesitancy
Across infinite chapters and quaint vagaries
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