I read this to her once. She cried. We cried together. Each once in a while I visit her grave and read it to her like she was still sitting in front of me so like that day not so long ago. I will always miss you my love.
Souvenir
Alphonse de Lamartine
En vain le jour succède au jour,
Ils glissent sans laisser de trace ;
Dans mon âme rien ne t'efface,
Ô
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