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The Old Memories
If ever old memories
Come to my mind
The thought of someone
Makes me sad
And comes tears
In my eyes
The images twist
In my thoughts
Love, devotion
And promises
Neither came true
The flirt of someone
Broke me
Left me on the place
From where return
Was impossible
Since then
I am alone
I have not any more
The trust in love
And the lovers
All are a beautiful game
And it is everywhere
You cannot escape
Without lessons
I do not know why
My old memories stop me
Even the thinking of love.
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