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Do you still Remember Me, do you still remember how we used to be; Do you still remember those memories of our childhood in a distant summer time; Do you still remember our joyous stories for it still haunts me like a bittersweet mime; Yet those sweet memories of a distant past never to return has faded much too fast;
But still I smile every time I reminisce, for from my heart those memories deice; The woes burying our love in drapes of time as silent tears drip in a melancholic mime; Though we've grown 'n years have gone by I wonder if we'll ever brush our woes away; If our love turned barren will be rekindled before each trace of our love has dwindled;
You, I remember, but do you Remember Me, do you still remember how we used to be; Do you remember those radiant mornings and those warm sunny afternoons; Do you remember those breezy evenings and how we used to wish on stars 'n moon; Yet those sweet memories of a distant past never to return has faded much too fast;
But still I smile every time I reminisce, for from my heart those memories deice; The frost enshrouding our pictures together the pages shrivelling 'n withering into ether; Our forms fading away widening the divide as the slithering woes with time subsides; so I still wonder if our love will be rekindled before each trace of our love has dwindled;
So do you still Remember Me, do you still remember how we used to be; Do you still remember those memories of our childhood in a distant summer time; Do you still remember our joyous stories for it still haunts me like a bittersweet mime; Yet those sweet memories of a distant past has faded now, but I wish they'd not so fast.
