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Memories
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A lonely boat on lonely shores,
Just wood and salt and screaming waves;
Those are the days the wind still mourns:
For our fate...
And crude arms \'round my neck still hang
Just shallow steps of ink on paper-rush:
A dusted pen and long forgotten words,
To hush...
Said nothing more than I had wrote,
Yet nothing less,
Many words to remember...
And words to forget;
With drops of ink, white paper stained,
The memories have smell of rain,
Yet rain they are...
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