The flame of youth so brightly glows.
Where it may lead, nobody knows,
Ah, but hope fills meadows as it grows
In heathered fields of dreams.
The whispering breeze from every tree
Offers a love song for you and me,
Oh, and life feels just like eternity
On feathered angel wings.
But winds of change come swift and low
To leave us in their afterglow
And our dreams are left to mellow
In the wine.
But we move on without regret
To roads we haven’t travelled yet,
Walking hand in hand we won’t forget
The dreams we left behind.
Our future moves into the past,
Dreams to memories, sweet at last,
And we reminisce as we hold fast
To dreams we left behind.
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