Monday, July 31, 2006

Oft in the stilly night
ere slumber's chain has bound me,
fond memory brings the light
of other days around me;

the smiles, the tears
of childhood's years,

the words of love then spoken,
the eyes that shone

now dimmed and gone,

the cheerful hearts now broken.

When I remember all
the friends, so linked together,

I've seen around me fall
like leaves in wintry weather,

I feel like one
who treads alone
some banquet hall deserted

whose lights are fled

whose garlands dead

and all but he departed.

- Thomas Moore

Time it was
and what a time it was
it was
a time of innocence
a time of confidences
Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
preserved your memories
they're all that's left of you..

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