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and where the smile you like haunts you
staining your memories with idyllic paint
upon fabric immortal to be seen once
and hallowed in your heart’s demense
there is no wonder, and perfect delight
no bittersweet, or poignant hopes
but only the poised touches you make
and seeking to preserve but not to taint
hold once more your canvas of yesteryear
enliven it with the teachings of a past day
painting with today’s delightful lights
to be framed with tomorrows sepia tones
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