Classic Poem

There is a beautiful sea called memory. Many ships come sailing to
me through the whole day,
From over the beautiful sea of memory.
The deep wide sea, the great high sea,
My beautiful sea of memory.

My beautiful ships on the great high sea.
Some are aged like, and hazed in the light of gray.
Others are as the roses that bloom in May.
Come sailing to me along by the shore through the whole day.

Deeds of kindness that are written
As the stars over the deep blue sea. Sailing along those that love me.
My beautiful ships the light of the mind.
Sailing out of the yesterdays to me.
Over the deep wide sea, the great high sea,
My beautiful sea of memory.

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