Where Have All the Days Gone
Where have all the days gone
Slipping away like the rushing wind
With months quickly becoming years.
When I was young and easy
Days hardly seemed to pass
And every minute was precious.
Time in old age speeds our step
Rushing us towards the great darkness
From where no man returns.
Oh, but my golden days were in my youth
With memories of kisses sweeter than wine
And lovers in abundance.
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