A rock is a rock
Yes, for years on end
A rock is a rock
Cold, warm
Solid and rough
Edgy to touch
A rock is a rock
Years on end
Time will dissipate the touch of that rock
Time will dilute the vision of that rock
But time nor touch will overturn the feeling of that rock.
Memory is an instilled projector that will forever abide with you.
I’ll never forget you
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