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Remembrance wakes with all her busy train,
Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.
Remembrance wakes with all her busy train,
Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
A lot of people mistake a short memory for a clear conscience.
A lot of people mistake a short memory for a clear conscience.
When promise and patience are wearing thin,
When endurance is almost driven in,
When our angels stand read more
When promise and patience are wearing thin,
When endurance is almost driven in,
When our angels stand in a waiting hush,
Remember the Marne and Ferdinand Foch.
Why is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet read more
Why is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not good enough to recollect how often we have told it to the same person?
The heart that truly loves never forgets.
The heart that truly loves never forgets.
Out of sighte, out of mynde.
Out of sighte, out of mynde.
The best memory is that which forgets nothing, but injuries. Write kindness in marble and write injuries in the dust.
The best memory is that which forgets nothing, but injuries. Write kindness in marble and write injuries in the dust.
