When skies were blue,
And fields were green,
And the roses,
The best I'd ever seen,
When the smoke flowed from the chimney pots,
And those wonderful days,
In our summer frocks,
Picking daisies and bluebells too,
In the early morning dew,
To sit and watch the world go by,
A wonderful view,
So pleasing to the eye,
And days like those,
Have faded now,
Like long lost friends,
Lost in the crowd,
For life goes on,
But memories stay,
Remembering those special days.
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