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Memory Love
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Graced
A warmth that lives; something I
can't change
Monotony, the days, of love
to say
That once upon a time, she lived,
I chased
And existed without your sway;
A direction of love, no mistakes.
Being somebody with common
aims
That message I would communicate
Of love and shall all these days
On us, proceed while she may
With affairs widely they appraise,
That I have only and always
Shall be there love. That will stay,
Her only preserve, no other place
But everything when everyone was
mean;
The writing on us before your face,
The only thing that remains to be seen!
