The surrounding world is eavesdropping on our doors,
Thinking that today we will settle all the old scores!
But it is these people whom we really deplore,
Why can't they let things be at wayward shore?
We come over, take a tour of the moments elapsed,
While they calculate that every thing has collapsed,
Why is it that I feel time has a bit relapsed,
Or are these my memories death traps!
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