Sweet Memory (poem)
I stroll the fields we planted yesterday
The blossom of a dream which did come true
The promise of our season seemed to new
Sweet memory we swore won’t slip away
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I stroll the fields we worked on through the years
The blossom of a dream which won’t die
The promise of our tears which happened by
Sweet memory our vow now reappears
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I stroll the fields which now does seem so strange
The blossom of a dream so long ago
The promise of a time we think we know
Sweet memory has undergone a change
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I stroll the fields now on the verge of night
Sweet memory our fairytale unite