In the garden of memory, in the palace of dream; that is where you and I shall meet He is no longer mine to lose, but the grief is there, a gnawing sense of disbelief Time is a thief and a villain; you cannot win in a race against it Time flies over us but leaves its shadow behind. It slips away like the grains of sand never to return again.
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Her Last Romantic Hour
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Her Last Romantic Hour
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In the garden of memory, in the palace of dream; that is where you and I shall meet He is no longer mine to lose, but the grief is there, a gnawing sense of disbelief Time is a thief and a villain; you cannot win in a race against it Time flies over us but leaves its shadow behind. It slips away like the grains of sand never to return again.
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