Eternal moments,
Live in memories,
Of past sunshine and,
Roses in the room,
Where nothing now blooms!
Pearly smiles bright,
And party hues.
Evening skies stained,
And leaves falling.
Memory,
is magic,
like the moon.
Or love,
in bloom.
Sweet!
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