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Jul 2016
Come rest your weary head
upon my pillow
And let us dream of times
when love was ours
Forget the world
with all its tears and sorrow
And remember the good times
which we shared

For when tomorrow comes
it will be over
And gone forever will be
what we had
But the memories we share
remain unspoken
Locked deep within our hearts
A treasured past
Joanne Smith
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Joanne Smith
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