Memory, sweet memory,

That dwells within the heart of me,

Why is it that the things I see

Are not the things that used to be.

Did I walk those wild wood ways

Of make believe and childhood plays

That once upon a time portrays?

Did I really live those days?

The faces that I used to know,

The places where I used to go,

Now like the tide ebb to an...

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