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What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching read more
What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
The true art of memory is the art of attention.
The true art of memory is the art of attention.
The selective memory isn't selective enough.
The selective memory isn't selective enough.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
When promise and patience are wearing thin,
When endurance is almost driven in,
When our angels stand read more
When promise and patience are wearing thin,
When endurance is almost driven in,
When our angels stand in a waiting hush,
Remember the Marne and Ferdinand Foch.
Don't remember what you can infer.
Don't remember what you can infer.
Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever,
Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever,
