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Do You Remember?
Do you remember snowdrops in May and two years later how we saw them again, on a hot summer afternoon: and I pressed them between soft linen and put them away, and then conferred with the high and mighty about conquest and capture of our sand castles where love began?
Do you remember that I returned to Blacklabel and Davidoffs and snowdrops came back and I trapped them in soft linen for the last time?
Do you remember, cool October-the start of the pujas when the damp muggy air was gone and a crisp breeze blew near Lodhi garden and we tried again to coax snowdrops out of the sun but they would not come?
My tears mingled with green label tea and Bhutanese marmalade.
You promised you'd come back, I knew somehow you would not, and you did not, do you remember?
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