I remember summer days,
Before the pain of mortal troubles.
I remember jewelled moments,
Just after the gentle rain;
When the air was soft & warm;
Tinged with the scent of roses.
And I recall that we would count
The diamond like evening stars,
As the day grew dark and
Time's shadows lengthened.
I remember summer days,
When I catch myself dreaming:
Days when the world seemed
To burst with light,
When death & despair seemed
Like distant fictions.
O I remember summer days,
When the grass seemed greener,
And we would make daisy chains
Without a care under the sun.
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