Those golden summer days that passed
Did really seem a dream
When viewed through winters deepest eyes
But the past is nought but evergreen
If seen 'neath troubled skies
So if you feel a pining,
For days you feel are gone,
Just look around and see
There is hope in every sun,
Or the blossom in the frost
That sacred flash of colour
That speaks of all times lost
They survive the dead of winter,
And they peek again in spring
Lifting their yawning faces,
Towards what life will bring
So do not mourn for happy times
That have already gone by
Find the love in now
And feel the peak in every high
And you'll come to see that what was lost
Has not disappeared
It was only hidden waiting sweetly,
For spring to reappear.
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