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Our minds are a memory album Where the past and present meet, Memories we lovingly cling to That make the heart skip a beat. Some we would like to forget. Some we love to treasure. Some memories become precious gifts That live on forever and ever. Yes, memories are precious moments, And I have quite a few, The memories I treasure the most Are those I made with you.
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Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 4:50 AM UTC
Memories
Our minds are a memory album Where the past and present meet, Memories we lovingly cling to That make the heart skip a beat. Some we would like to forget. Some we love to treasure. Some memories become precious gifts That live on forever and ever. Yes, memories are precious moments, And I have quite a few, The memories I treasure the most Are those I made with you.
cherish every moment with those you love at every stage of your journey
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Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 4:50 AM UTC
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