Memory

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I can remember our sorrow, I can remember our laughter;

I know that surely we kissed and cried and ate together;

I remember our places and games, and plans we had -

The little house and how all cam to naught -

Remember well:

But I cannot remember our love,

I cannot remember our love.


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