Not That I Recall

Not one thing reminds me of you
Not the look on her face
Not her warm embrace
Not the smell that I love
Not the stars above
Not the thrill of the chase
Nor the stitch of the lace
Not the touch of her hands
Or the lay of the land
No, not one thing reminds me of you

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