Your memories,
Though hard I try,
I don't know why
Still make me cry -
Every night,
Every day;
It seems that they
Are here to stay.
I can't do much
Except to pray
That some fine day
They go away.
And leave me such
That forever,
Return never.
Again ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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