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Reminisce


Behind the tree,

Next to the lake,

I examine the spot that holds our 

Precious memory.

 

As nigt time falls 

Along with our memory

I begin to feel weary.

 

After the long walk back,

At the end of a reminiscing day,

I welcome your smiling face.

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