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Memories
I sit here gazing out o'er the sea,
My mind drifts off to my younger days.
Good comrades, brave and bold,
Rising up from the dusts of time.
Smiling, cheering, every single one,
For'ver fresh in my memory.
The battles we fought, the feasts we ate,
Oh glorious they were.
Adventuring and roving, us young beasts,
Fearing nothing and no creature,
As our warcries echoed through the morning mist.
We recall those who gave their lives,
I see them now arise again,
In my memory that will ne'er fade.
We marched and we sang under the sun,
Of the adventures waiting to come.
Now the sun sets o'er this serene land,
A crimson sky of gold,
As I close my weary eyes, I think,
"Aye, those were the days."
