Some think love is for the young
And Fool's illusion Time,
But I think love is for the old,
For you I'll sing my rhyme!
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We Thank Thee God
Fo our green hills
For brown turned sod
and flowered hills.
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A wise old Indian once said to me
Life is like a singer singing his song,
The song may be very tragic and short,
Or very beautiful and long.
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