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Somewhere in time is memory,

lost among memories,

like flowers among thorns,

beauty among pain.

I swallow hard,

keep down the regret,

say it aloud so it is no more

but what remains never fades

with time.

Somewhere in memory,

pain lingers evermore,

as memories of things

too complex to explain.

Somewhere in time,

somewhere in memory,

these things of beauty and pain

float like snow flakes

drifting through a Winter's landscape.

I LINGER HERE,

I LINGER THERE,

LOST IN THOUGHT,

SURROUNDED BY MANY,

YET ALWAYS ALONE.

SHALL WE GATHER ALONG THE SHORE,

WATCH THE VESSELS GO TO AND FRO,

HOLD HANDS WITHOUT DOUBT

ABOUT HOW WE FEEL RIGHT NOW?

ON BENDED KNEE,

WITH A RING,

AS WE SING A SONG OF LOVE,

DANCE SANS MUSIC

DANCE LIKE NO ON NOTICES.

WHAT DREAM IS THIS?

TRUE LOVE FOUND,

IS IT TO BE?

WILL HE PROPOSE SO ROMANTICALLY,

IS THIS JUST A FALSE HOPE

PATHETICALLY?

IS THERE THAT ONE

WAITING FOR ME?

I GUESS I SHALL DO NO MORE

THAN WAIT AND SEE.

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