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Adoreand the incident grew older, but in me it never went away. I remember being in love, but all other details are now like a painting where the face has faded. But blur as they may, I don't miss them. I only remember them for what they were worth. And if all I can remember is that I loved you- well, that's enough for anyone to dream about anyway. And so, when time passed by, you may well have forgotten. But as for me, I adore it still. all works on this page Copyright 2000 by Paul Ryan .
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