I think of you, on still lingering Winter nights and wonder if you ever dream of me. When I am certain you do remember our time together, does a smile play at your lips or do you frown in pangs of conscience. Do you pick through your bag of memories, as I and choose for the day which to cherish. I hold them all close to my heart, as you were more than a Summer lover.

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