Dearly Beloved
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Sandra Feldman
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When I think
Of times no longer,
And the Ones,
That stayed behind,
The dearly, dearly
Beloved,
That no longer
Can be mine,
All the memories
Fold over
And they grip me,
My heart tie,
And my feelings
Become painful
And I give myself
A cry.
Oh the Times
That are no longer,
How they hurt!
Those times gone by
Only Memories, fold over
With some tears
That never dry.
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