Some thoughts might leave, I fear,
which I hope to never lose;
thoughts that are held so dear;
memories I’ll always choose.
The truth I can discover
and always hope to see:
never did I intend to smother;
honest and devout I will be.
They become foggy over time,
and I wish I had them twice.
Losing them would be a crime,
but punishment of losing will suffice.
Their importance is well known.
Now all my memories have grown.
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