In nostalgia I recall,
The things my memory tell,
Of all those little things,
And the thoughts that ring a bell.
Loved ones never die,
They live on for ever more,
This we should not deny,
Or we make our hearts grow sore.
Memories never cease,
Memories shall never depart,
They live for ever more,
Deep within the heart.
There they keep alive,
For the eternal God above,
In his memory they shall lie,
The very ones we love.
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