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Memories People lived here long ago, Worked hard to help their children grow. They grew up, married, moved away And promised to return one day. They did return from time to time, Though less as years wore on. Then, when their parents passed away, What drew them here was gone. Though no one comes here any more And vines are taking over, The memories that were here before Will linger here forever. |
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