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Memory


I can remember our sorrow, I can remember our laughter;
I know that surely we kissed and cried and ate together;
I remember our places and games, and plans we had-
The little house nad how all came to naught-
Remember well:
But I cannot remember our love,
I cannnot remember our love

Helen Hoyt