The photos move me
And the memories are grand
I visit what has been
And what was lovely then
Now lovelier still
For I’m no longer there
The greatness of the past
Grows, the further from it I am
The more wonderful it becomes
My mind, you good and gentle thing
Hold only on to what is worth knowing
And remember this vision through the hidden lens of nostalgia
Haunting the scene
Oct 8, 2022
Oct 8, 2022 at 8:47 PM UTC
The photos move me
And the memories are grand
I visit what has been
And what was lovely then
Now lovelier still
For I’m no longer there
The greatness of the past
Grows, the further from it I am
The more wonderful it becomes
My mind, you good and gentle thing
Hold only on to what is worth knowing
And remember this vision through the hidden lens of nostalgia
Haunting the scene
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