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In the archives of time, where memories lie, The stories of ages, where moments don't die. A pome of past, a retrospective gaze, In its pages, the echoes of bygone days.
The past, like a river, forever flows, A chronicle of triumphs, of highs and lows. In its footprints, we find our own path, In the pome of past, the echoes of a laugh.
In old photographs and faded letters, In the ancient cities, where history fetters, The past whispers secrets, tales to be told, In its timeless embrace, our roots unfold.
It's a teacher, a guide, in lessons well-learned, In the pome of past, wisdom is earned. From the dawn of time to the present's art, In the echoes of history, we find our heart.
So let us honor the past's sacred grace, In its shadow, we find a familiar place. A pome of past, a legacy so vast, In its embrace, the echoes of a world that's passed.

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In the archives of time, where memories lie, The stories of ages, where moments don't die. A pome of past, a retrospective gaze, In its pages, the echoes of bygone days.
The past, like a river, forever flows, A chronicle of triumphs, of highs and lows. In its footprints, we find our own path, In the pome of past, the echoes of a laugh.
In old photographs and faded letters, In the ancient cities, where history fetters, The past whispers secrets, tales to be told, In its timeless embrace, our roots unfold.
It's a teacher, a guide, in lessons well-learned, In the pome of past, wisdom is earned. From the dawn of time to the present's art, In the echoes of history, we find our heart.
So let us honor the past's sacred grace, In its shadow, we find a familiar place. A pome of past, a legacy so vast, In its embrace, the echoes of a world that's passed.