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Days of old
Once upon a time my cup was a breast
Oh dear memories like tears from me flow,
Knew not I, stranger days where abreast
Harder times, if only from afar we could know
Though the rain may wash away my tears
My fears get stronger as my young secrets grow,
Though I remember the old like antiques that won’t get sold
My memories get weaker as the seasons grow
Friends have come and gone
Like shadows they all left no permanent mark
What’s left between me and death is unknown
Oh Lord, preserve my poor soul like u did to good old Noah in the ark
Jack
