Poems (Rumell)/Magic memory

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MAGIC MEMORY
Just the fragrance of a rose,But oh, what a potent power,To brush aside your trials, and exposeThe deep joy of a long lost hour.
Just a baby's little brown shoe,So worn at the heel and toe.But the gossamer threads that bind it to youAre from your Dream castle of long ago.
Just a strain of music sweet,But is has power to set free,Dream faces, of the past, that rush to meetAnd greet you, in magic memory.
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