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In a countless strings of memory
long was a time did loneliness siege,
All dreams were of nightmares
Until such a face your very own,
Had come in a shapeless art of thing
I heard that melodious voice,
It was yours could melt my heart
Your accompaniment but honesty,
With your smile best a cheer
A delight to ease all my worries,
Pure were those cares you often gave.
