I hope you remember the good days.
The days you would wake up dreaming with a smile on your face.
Your smile, resonating with the rhythm of Love.
I hope you remember Love.
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Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;
It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone.
And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown,
The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing,
And changed to harmonies, for ever stealing
Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne.
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