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To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.
To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
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.
Many a man fails to become a thinker only because his memory is too good.
Many a man fails to become a thinker only because his memory is too good.
By every remove I only drag a greater length of chain.
By every remove I only drag a greater length of chain.
Forget those things that aren't worth remembering.
Forget those things that aren't worth remembering.
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.
If you have to keep reminding yourself of a thing, perhaps it isn't so.
If you have to keep reminding yourself of a thing, perhaps it isn't so.
Don't you remember, sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?
Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown;
Who wept with read more
Don't you remember, sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?
Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown;
Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile,
And trembl'd with fear at your frown!
