Memories Agone ~ Yours truly

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 Years have passed whilst I cry, 

With every tear, a memory arise, 

For in those halls, our voices lie, 

A thousand smiles and endless ties


Though time may march endless strides, 

Our golden days, our darkest times 

In our hearts they shall shine, 

Till our last, forever mine.

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