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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required How beautiful and sweet, those memories, when life was full of His and Her dreams. But life carries on, and with it New Dawn, Memories passed,Memories gone. She forgets the sweetest sound of his guitar's silver strings, which played for her ,so beautifully, which used to give her golden wings. She forgets,She erase those memories, those deep feelings meant to be, those long streams of glittered dreams. She heard the sound of his guitar, She cried so deep,a tear,wet cheek, Knowing new lyrics and new soft sounds, echoed aloud, for a new born She,in seek. The girl lost and so alone,far away from her own Home,She hears a sound so sweet,She hears,a sweet new sound,the soft melodic sound of flute,playing just for She.? The wooden flute played music of,'How do you do'?Music playing just for you',telling her'I love you true'. She heard the sweet music in his voice, a beating drums of heart,Her choice. She could speak,till she hurt her jaws, He would listen,and come more close. He would be there, forevermore, If she just opened her wooden locked door. and She looked back in Yesterday! and heard again those verses play, a chapter of words ,Dedicated in clay, and She CarrieD on to a New Day. Forgetting the path,which led her his way, Hating the past,and His Guitar's play.
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