A thought, a whisper, a dream
Takes present to the past
And suddenly it is seen
Relived again at long last.

A sound, a sight, a smell
Remembrance takes us back
To a time when all's well
When innocence doesn't last
All seems green and new.

Touch as new as old
Brings flesh to life
Hearts warm, from cold
Happiness not strife
Love is felt and seen
Memories live in dreams

Awaken, begin to mourn
Past into present goes
Knowledge is born
Tear, a river flows
Remember and live on
Past, to look upon


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