That which serves as a reminder; a remembrancer; a memento; a keepsake. Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.
we will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, we will recognize each other faces , we won't say goodbye friends, For all of us will meet again.
Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes.
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