Memories, all alone with my memories,
How I look back and now I can smile.
Memories, all those old fashion clothes,
Those funny hats and hairdoes we had as a child.
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Memories, of those who are gone,
And yet will always be.
In my memories, with sadness and longing,
Of days long ago that were so carefree.
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Memories, oh those precious memories,
Will forever be a part of me.
Written by,
Dawn ©
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