Memories
Fresh as the morning mist
Memories
Distant as an old man's smile
She's still a Queen
The fairest he's seen
Timeless
Through life's weary miles
Nothing can touch
Her perfection
Time cannot steal
Her away
Her heart is the sun
Her soul is the rain
Her dreams
Are wind chimes in Spring
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