No home or friendly hand held out in welcome,
No cheery glow of fire, no warmth of food,
there is none,
No shelter when the cold wind blows,
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No artist's hand could paint a picture
So wonderful to see,
No masterpiece as priceless
As the one in front of me;
...
We can sometimes draw the curtain, the veil to yesteryear,
Revelations of our lifetime; the joys, the smiles, the tears.
Recollections are like stairways through the ages,
Reflecting pain and pleasure, as we turn the pages,
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