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The Golden Age
With summer's youth behind us now
And autumn soon descending
Our lives approach a mellow stage
With compromise and blending
No more contrast of black and white
A greyish dawn emerges
Our minds replete, our thoughts intact
Our soul and spirit surges
What happened to uncertainties
And phantom chains that bind us?
We broke them all and left behind
No millstones to remind us
A golden age awaits us now
The harvest of our living
We reap together golden years
Of love, of care and giving
And when the winter sends its blast
We know ...