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~I remember walking through
flowers in a garden of a memory of mine, I remember being in
Heaven some other place-some other time; I remember walking on
silver sand in the light of a summer moon; And I remember the
feel of the cool night breeze and the fragrance of the flower
blooms. So come walk with me in my garden, and share my
memories so fine; The thoughts of the land I love are a
blessing, That lasts till the end of time.~
By BBarnes
2001
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