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Friend of my youth let us talk of old times	A
Of the long lost golden hours	B
When Winter meant only Christmas chimes	A
And Summer wreaths of flowers	B
Life has grown old and cold my friend	C
And the winter now means death	D
And summer blossoms speak all too plain	E
Of the dear dead forms beneath	F
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But let us talk of the past to night	G
And live it over again	H
We will put the long years out of sight	G
And dream we are young as then	H
But you must not look at me my friend	C
And I must not look at you	I
Or the furrowed brows and silvered locks	J
Will prove our dream untrue	I
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Let us sing of the summer too sweet to last	K
And yet too sweet to die	L
Let us read tales from the book of the past	K
And talk of the days gone by	L
We will turn our backs to the West my friend	C
And forget we are growing old	M
The skies of the Present are dull and gray	N
But the Past's are blue and gold	M
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The sun has passed over the noontide line	O
And is sinking down the West	P
And of friends we knew in days Lang Syne	O
Full half have gone to rest	P
And the few that are left on earth my friend	C
Are scattered far and wide	Q
But you and I will talk of the days	R
Ere any roamed or died	Q
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Auburn ringlets and hazel eyes	S
Blue eyes and tresses of gold	M
Winds joy laden and azure skies	S
Belong to those days of old	M
We will leave the Present's shores awhile	T
And float on the Past's smooth sea	U
But I must not look at you my friend	C
And you must not look at me	U

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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