wherein passed the days
those halcyon springtime hours
that kissed my youthful lips
with the promises made
of lovers new in summertime
wherein passed those days?
where now are those days
those golden summer passions
that in wine and song
demanded nought but hope
of lasting loves forever
where now are those days?
where are all my days
now that autumn’s turned the sun
to the silver of the frosted stars
that grow ever dimmer
as the first winds of winter come
where are all my days?
the blighters rock 
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