How time flies leaving behind echoes
An imprint of dreams and memories
Of good times and bad times
A symphony of events past and present
When its gone, it's sounds still resonates
The laughter of children playing on the field
The sounds of drums and feet dancing to it
And the tapestry of moments shared
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Times don't die, the echoes lives
They leave behind proof of their existence
And travel through generations
Telling their stories to the lads and old
Let your presence be felt
Let your story echoes through walls
Time may come and go
But in it are echoes of events done
