That's all in the past, and has long ceased to matter.
All these emotions, the jumps and the vanity.
I, as before, still in doubt's tight embrace.
And carelessness fades, as does the audacity.
And the hope is now different, more like a sixth sense,
That comes with the years, and the moments grow fainter.
Only time is much less, and the winters are long,
But it's all too late now, and has long ceased to matter.
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