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Of Times Gone By
The things of times gone by,
I recall with a smile,
And oft I ponder why,
They last for just a while.
The fun things that we do -
They last for just a day;
And oh, how much I rue,
When they all pass away.
Yes, fun may come and go,
And good times do depart;
Yet all these joys, you know,
Are kept within my heart.
And when my hopes are torn,
And darkness fills my path,
I think of joys bygone,
And let them bless my heart.
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