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CLEANING OUT THE HOUSE
One last attempt to salvage the past
Throw it out you say, throw it out at last
Stubbornly I cling to what once was new
How can I part with my memories of you?
Those precious objects of long ago
Mean nothing to them, how could they know
How much comfort lies in a thing
That made dreams come true and hearts sing
The love that was shared, the moments treasured
To them it's just junk ... to me, a lifetime measured
So I'll keep trying to clean out the drawers
And when I am dead, the task will be yours!
