looking back at the past

Before you past

I remember so little

I thought you were fit as a fiddle

I can't remember your smile

i haven't seen it in a wile

If only I could hear your voice

Oh! How I would rejoice

Now I sit here years latter Shedding tear after tear

And my only fear Is to forget you

And our memory's how few


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