When I watch the scenes
In lieu of yesterday,
Your pretty glances and soft voices
Lit up my life anew.
The memory of you was twice as sweet
As honeydew.
When time grows old
And feelings evolve,
It's hard to realize
How love rapidly dissolves.
The memory of you was twice the pain
As all the love before.
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