Memories
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| Summer Night 1913 Albert Bloch Memories slowly form, Nostalgia creeps in like a dusky dawn Times long past Moments that are deemed to last, Of people and places, Lovers faces, Rivals spats, Segments of drunken chats, All brought to the fore A peek inside that memory door, That makes you and me Now, What you see, It's the good and bad The laughs, the sad, That moulds and controls Now What you see My memories make me ! |
