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My Memory Of You
I use to call you Sue,
And now I know
I still love you.
We use to sit on your bed and talk
Of what we though we would be,
As if by wanting, we could make it so.
I don't know
What became of you,
And I still wonder what of me.
But I just remembered
I still love you
And that will always be.
You went your way
And I went mine,
But If I could back in time...
...Saturday 12th April 2025 10:13 pm
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