Memory
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MEMORY
A little jasmine,
In the pages she is lying,
I read through the whole book,
But each word is a footprint ,
And every print has you, in
the scent of the flower,
or the saveriness of reading,
Which to choose, I know not.
A little jasmine,
From the pages she is falling,
Like the lotus dancing in the breeze,
Makes one gently hold it in mind,
Love is beautiful indeed,
But besides, there is another world,
Someday we won't be afar,
For so young now we are.
MEMORY
A little jasmine,
In the pages she is lying,
I read through the whole book,
But each word is a footprint ,
And every print has you, in
the scent of the flower,
or the saveriness of reading,
Which to choose, I know not.
A little jasmine,
From the pages she is falling,
Like the lotus dancing in the breeze,
Makes one gently hold it in mind,
Love is beautiful indeed,
But besides, there is another world,
Someday we won't be afar,
For so young now we are.
