Her Memory

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She was Beautiful She was the best,

We met and she put me to the test,

I wore black and she wore white,

She would always win the fight,

She went away and left me to fight,

I couldn't bear the pain I took a flight,

I found her alone with no one to hold,

She was in a house freezing cold,

I reached out so she could hold,

But this was all a vision behold,

I woke up from the vision

Like a soldier on mission

Then felt it her submission

Her memory fresh in mind

Her memory was so kind

But she left

And broke the bind

i still remember

Her memory

Fresh in my mind.

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