A bittersweet memory connects me to the past
A constant crazy yearning to places that did not last
A fragile thread unspooling through the centuries
To times lost but not forgotten, emotions scattered in the breeze
One trip was clearly not enough to lay rest to what I know
The place is calling, calling to me, and I'll clearly have to go
Another time to search for the people once among my peers
Who were dragged from home and hearth amidst cruel and senseless jeers
Maybe it was the sunshine? Or even the smell of autumn in the air
That keeps me reminiscing of our glorious Sunday there
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