How will I ever remember my former lives
If I can't even remember what happened last month
Out there on my ocean of forgetting
A few fishing boats still gather
I can only hope for from the shore
That it will all come back to me
The last time as a surprise
The faces with their lost names
The yes that's it exactly
No longer blurred or hazy
And not just what happened
But the hidden workings
That went on behind them
So nothing gets forgotten
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