Memories in My Eyes

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Memories in My Eyes

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Some memories sleep inside the heart,

Quietly holding a forgotten part.

A smile, a word, a moment gone,

Still feels like a beautiful dawn.

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Some memories make our eyes well up with tears,

Bringing back love from the passing years.

Old feelings whisper through the silent night,

Like a fading star with a gentle light.

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Though time may carry the days away,

Some emotions forever choose to stay.

The heart may change, the world may move,

But memories remain with the ones we love.

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In the quiet corners of the mind,

Lost moments are still left behind.

A touch, a voice, a precious embrace,

Still lives forever in a hidden place.

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Some memories never truly depart,

They bloom like flowers inside the heart.

And whenever my eyes begin to see,

Those memories come alive in me.

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