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Ian H. T. Mackenzie Memory like water

Surging round our ears

Brings its echoes, softer

Than the sound of laughter—

Laughter of some strange forgotten years.

Someone gazing in a stream sees reflections hurry by;

Someone underneath a tree searching all its greenery;

Someone looking at a face holds a flying memory.

Broken images that pass

Through a twisted looking-glass;

Things we do and things we say

Ever fluttering away.

Disconnected things we see

In the brightness of the day:

Just a flower growing there

In the happiness of air.

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