Stored in my mind bank,
the memories sneak out–
And wrap themselves around my heart
And warm me in this season of winter.
Ah, yes, my friends . . .
Cherish each precious day.
Stored in my mind bank,
the memories sneak out–
And wrap themselves around my heart
And warm me in this season of winter.
Ah, yes, my friends . . .
Cherish each precious day.
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wrms my heart tooo
Nicely done. Yes precious memories.
I like the words on the plague. All that we have is this very moment.