Perfume... A great one is remembered and noticed. It lingers in your
memory as an aftertaste along with the person who wore it. Just like
fine music, it has an opening note and a closing one after it dries
out... I may forget how you look like, that may change. I may forget
your voice. That may change. My memories of your voice may fade... But I
will never forget your natural fragrance.
Here's to that girl who smelt
like a thousand lilies in bloom.
I still remember you; every time I
sleep with some body.
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