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The stones of memories, warmed by the sun cools down.
Summer, like a shadow from a sundial,
reminds a happy times. Where is she? Did she
hide in a matchbox? Open it
and the days are like logs floating down a river,
will take you to the past, to your native shores,
and moistened matches will wait their time
and will warm the heart with red heat.
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