Sweet memory
Is the key,
I always keep it
In the deepest core
Of my mind,
When the sun sets
And the atmosphere becomes
Dark and gloomy,
I get peace and serenity
In the lap of sweet memory,
It's the real blessing in my life,
Indeed sweet memory is absolutely pure and sublime,
It surely guides me towards perfection.
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