When memory fades
When the dust settles
Will your name be remembered?
Will the ancient choirs of angels
Sing you to sleep in your grave?
Pardon me for being so dire
But I can’t help but wonder
As memory starts to fade
If it was that wonderful at all
Were you really that good?
It was brief after all
Time filters our memories
Were you a friend?
An enemy in disguise?
Sometimes we need a fall
To show us how high to reach
Sometimes bottom
Is the best place to start
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