What was the start of all this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?
Perhaps it is is impossible to grasp that
answer now,
From deep within the flow of time ...
but for a certainty back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much.
We hurt others and we hurt ourselves.
Yet even then we ran like the wind.
Whilst our laughter echoed,
under cereulean skies.
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