Gone with a wind
no remnants of any 
kind
to hold us in bind
as they are well behind.
No trace of them whatsoever
forgotten forever
think of them never
then you become clever.
Flown by the storm
they are without a form.
lie in the infinity calm
inflict no harm.
Past is very far away
no remorse be in the way.
go ahead in gay
that be the path always.
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