A Vocal Local Recalls (lost?) Love

And slow in my mind
All your actions collide
Each memory of moments is laid in place
This one-at-a-time
With no privilege or grace
That takes time to recall each sweet smile of your face

Oh how great
Even how sweet
The waves of time lap clear
How great
Oh how sweet that
In time my memory runs clear

So long ago you seem to be
Fogged in mists in history
Just with time
And a hint or tease
Every part of your lips returns to me

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