21. Fading
I know that nothing ever lasts,
and my memories, they're fading fast,
but I have my photographs,
and I know we used to laugh.
I know that nothing ever lasts,
and my memories, they're fading fast,
but I have my photographs,
and I know we used to laugh.
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'For better for worse'
I did not know
what worse was going to be,
that I would lose
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Famous Poem
After great pain a formal feeling comes--
The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs;
The stiff Heart questions--was it He that bore?
And yesterday--or centuries before?
Well I'm spinning
And I'm spinning
Like a carousel
In your arms