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Memories


How sweet are the memories,
Which come as a gust of wind.
And free me of my worries,
Whenever against any wall I am leaned.

Memories that bring light in the dark,
And joy in the moments of sorrow.
OH! There is sweetness is more than that of a singing lark,
The joy, which only I can experience, and none can borrow.

What amazing power these memories have in them,
They can easily hypnotize me.
And make me remember my days of fame,
Memories which give me pleasure only next to Thee.

Memories that bring tears of joy in my eyes,
And I remember some of the best moments of my life past.
Remembering which I become wise,
Each time I recall, they get even vast.

O, the sweet memories,
Those always relieve me of any sort of pain.
And, of course, the sweetest feelings for me are,
The memories, which come again, again and again…



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