"She dwells with beauty- beauty that must die; And joy, whose hand is ever at his lips bidding adieu"- Keats
"And I remember what she said to me
how she swore that it never would end
I remember how she held me oh so tight
wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then"- Bob Seger
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