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SummerYou whisper words / That wash over me singing / of tunes, forgotten in this day. / Your fingers graz
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Alzeihmer's disease: How my friend lost her fatherTearing apart your room, she fervently searches for memories, laid bare / on pages; of laughs crysta
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