In the suns of May and moons of November
The romance we had, do you remember?
By the beaches, in the sand
The kisses we had, the touches we had
By the lakes woodlands
The looks we had, the books we read
In the tides of the sea
The bath we had in the noon
In the grass, by the river
The path we made under the moon
Remember, I hope you do every small thing
These nuances still make me live and sing
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