I put a message in a bottle,
And sent it out to sea.
It was full of memories
That would soon be lost to me.
A picture, a letter,
A rusty old key,
To unlock the past,
So someone else could see.
It floated, it drifted
Out with the breeze.
I hoped someone found it,
But left it for me,
So one day in the future,
Of my ephemeral dreams,
I could sit and teach myself.
How strange it seems.
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