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Memory
I stood in the middle of a meadow,
And heard a faint echo,
It came from a distant source,
I was running towards it with mighty force.
From somewhere known it came,
I saw a blinding light aflame,
An inexplicable reverie,
It was a beautiful memory....
And heard a faint echo,
It came from a distant source,
I was running towards it with mighty force.
From somewhere known it came,
I saw a blinding light aflame,
An inexplicable reverie,
It was a beautiful memory....
