Times in past are gone with their tone
With so much they have given me
Every luck and turn they have shown
Their hours were made building new
Crossing steps seeing them through
What I thought was never to be
Times that came for a day
With their inspirations to give
Feelings and longing everyway
In each their expectations to live
Times are going the wind has blown
Everything is always continuing
Like a day that to the new will sing
Times that came for a day
With their inspirations to give
Feelings and longings everyway
In their expectations to live
Times are going the wind has blown
Everything is always continuing
Like a day that to the new will sing
They are gone - of to somewhere flown
What shall tomorrow to my hours bring
Underneath this path of winter's wing
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