Years

Years short poem

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Time well spent
Years together
Learning
Growing

As our time comes to an end
I look back on past years
I remember our happiest moments
Before we move on

Four years
Of time
And memories
To be brought with me to a new beginning

Four years of memories
To be remembered for years to come
To be looked back on
When in need of a laugh

I cherish these memories
As I hope you do as well
To be able to remember our time
And friendship that lasted for years

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