Mementos of life are strewn throughout our minds,
collected in our hearts, dispersed when we hear
music playing harmoniously in our days.
Fields of precious diamonds sparkling, putting
stress on our lives as we remember those who
have left us with their empty places in our
hearts.
Sodden with tears of remembrance we dance to
life's treasures, kept deeply in heart-felt
storehouses of memories.
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