WATSON, Susan June 20, 2005 T...

WATSON, Susan June 20, 2005 The unseen strings of memory's harp Are softly touched today. Thoughts of her come crowding fast And tears we cannot stay. So I shed a tear that is silent And breathe a sigh of regret, You were mine, I remember, Though all the world forgets. - Love always, Bill


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