THIS IS MY DESIRE

This is my desire: That I might be to thee the lingering strain of an old song.

Remembered in some quiet place when other songs have gone.

You?ll recall to mind in a simple melody that blended with your greater theme, perhaps forgotten for a time as one forgets a dream.

But memory is sweet and I?d be that to thee: The haunting strain of an old song.

Remembered in some quiet place when other songs have gone.

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