Take one fresh and tender kiss Add one stolen night of bliss One girl, one boy, some grief,some joy Memories are made of this.

Take one fresh and tender kiss
Add one stolen night of bliss
One girl, one boy, some grief,
some joy Memories are made of this.

Even his griefs are a joy, long after, to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how

In normal circumstances, you would be allowed the time to process your grief and then to get some distance so you can get back to your own life. Me and my sisters and my brother, we've never gotten any distance.

And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days