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Ask Me

Speak to me of a memory that ran into the sand
Taken by the tide drifting away
But at a low ebb, glitter on the lonely strand.

Speak to me of memories seen by a child
When his mother was young and danced
Laughter on her lips and stars in her eyes.

Speak to me memory in the haze of dreams
When life was lovely and summers long
Hold to a vision of yore till your life ends.

Speak to me memory, of your many oceans
When life was sad, books made you sane
In every port, a letter from your mother.

Written by oskar
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