A thing of the past
Is not a thing of the past....
No matter how much you
Bathed in the everfalling spring of time
Impressions on soul, long do last..
Fancies were strong
And we followed the fancies,..
Life could not hold
The Secret from us,
Confused we were, and we were fast..
Memories so bitter, memories so sweet
A thing so confused...- our memories!
Long cherished dream
Repentence is withheld..
Memories make me live the moments again..
(With pleasure do I live!)
And the matter is no longer,
A thing of the past...
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