Those Special Years
We can never go back to those special years,
A time of fun, a time so dear,
Left with long lost memories,
Remembering those special years.
A Christmas filled with childhood dreams,
Of twinkling lights that graced the tree,
With stockings hanging on the bed,
Longing for those gifts ahead!
A special time with loved ones dear,
Faces now, no longer here,
Happy times, when they were near,
Left behind, to those special years.
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