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Like a flash of lightning --
The happy days . . .
Again, thrust so far
Into the caverns of memory
They are but shadow people
Hovering hazily, lazily
The music fades to a
Few simple notes, then
Once again
Silent to the world

Shhhh . . .

Not a soul stirs . . .
All is placid; serene
Tears begin to fall
From the sinister clouds
Rain melts the makeup
Into rivers flowing down
My pale cheeks