Memories
I close my eyes in a lonely place.
All I see is your lovely face.
I open them and think aback,
Through memories both white and black.
But I saw your face in every hue,
Each shades of them were stuck like glue.
If e'er I saw you again my heart would freeze.
But all I have now are memories.
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