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I knew that one day I would meet you again, whether it would be as I lounge lazily under our tree or after I forget you. When I promised you memories, I did not realize the torture I would endure to realize my promise. Your memories exist in the very atmosphere that surrounds me; the faint scent and melody of Norwegian Wood even now accompany me as the fresh spring breeze envelops me in her warmth.
I think that tomorrow, I will surely have forgotten you. Today is a final homage to a life lived in your memories, the sweet succulent scent that has remained by my side.
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