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Stippled Memories
A passing by song
And I go back long
A close to heart hum
And my heart murmurs,
A dear face emerges,
Heartbeat plunges
A memory peeps,
And soul jumps and leaps
From the curtain of life,
This memory took a strife
And travelled an era
On wings of a song!
How some songs and memories,
Get themselves stippled
On the sands of time elusive,
Clear yet so diffusive!
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