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| The Past Memory Grandmother gave me a embrace, In the familiar,warm place. Recalling that scene The scene I've often seen, Right now, The scene becomes things that the reality doesn't allow, After I left. The theft, Not done by the thief, Was from myself. I stole the good time, The time warm and warm, Of my own. Again and again I cram the memory, Afraid of forgetting the love she had to me. |
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