“
When your heart, from chills, is stiff,
feint memories, of remembrance will come like a whiff,
warm your heart will, they will melt the ice,
and again you will feel nice,
memories like that a pier constitute,
where your ship can rest, where again life is cute,
there you can go in all times of need,
when it’s hope you need, on your hope you can feed…
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