The air was clear, the skies were blue
The wind was at my back,
My worries did not exist
No thoughts of what I lacked.
The birds were out this Spring
I heard them gaily shout.
I fell in love with life again
Again I had no doubts.
My life I looked and saw it clear
Delights from hi to low
Unfortunately,
It happened to me
Forty years ago.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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