My memories are my own,
Even though there’s nothing I actually own.
These memories have many shades,
Which are there without any alternates.

Memories are the time I rewind,
Something always on my mind.
These can never be changed,
No matter what is in exchange.

These are good times I have spent,
Something I never repent.
My memories can go old,
But they can never be cold.

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