I Remember the Books You Loved to Read.
Young lovers stand in my shadow
I watch them from a shattered tenement window
with glowing eyes they reminisce the places we visited
with you as tour guide sharing the vows and kisses we once kept
as I wander alone down old memory lane
I'm walking past that house we built
where some things are hard to remember
and some things,
I'll never forget.
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