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Memory - Unfinished
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2005
Gnarled old trees and dancing leaves,
Blue tinged gold flows down the streams,
And through this peaceful woodland scene
Runs memory.
Lovers kiss, and children play,
Wrinkled old men spend that day
As faded ghosts of Ancient Pasts,
In memory.
My memory dances just beyond reach,
Days gone by,
