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Memory of Her
My tender heart speaketh to my mind aloft
‘Think of love till I am tender and soft'
My mind thinketh of all love past
And my heart beats, like my love last
I can remember her shy sweet call
A voice pristine lovelier than all
In it she calls to my hearts eyes
And than tears fall in my song of cries.
Tender and soft my heart beat
The memory of you, our love complete
poem
by
Kevin Michael Murphy
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