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I sit alone in the dark, in my rocking chairI rock backward and forwardBackward in time to when there was a futureForward in time when I ponder the pastI wonder how I got to this pointMy bones creak in time with the chairI pet my cat's black, silken furHis love so unconditionalUnlike my former loverWe were moving forward