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Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or read more
Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or kindly smile
Can this fond heart forget.
Far from our eyes th' Enchanting Objects set,
Advantage by the friendly Distance get.
Far from our eyes th' Enchanting Objects set,
Advantage by the friendly Distance get.
Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never read more
Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
Unless we remember we cannot understand.
Unless we remember we cannot understand.
Why is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet read more
Why is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not good enough to recollect how often we have told it to the same person?
The memory represents to us not what we choose but what it pleases.
The memory represents to us not what we choose but what it pleases.
Memories are all we really own.
Memories are all we really own.
Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things read more
Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things that still remain,
Than thus remember thee.
To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.
To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.
