WHEN WE WERE YOUNG
Fairer the rose blushed
When we were young,
Brighter spring mornings flushed
Sweeter birds sung.
Twilights were finer far,
Decked with the evening star,
Finer than day-dreams are,
When we were young.
When we were young,
Brighter spring mornings flushed
Sweeter birds sung.
Twilights were finer far,
Decked with the evening star,
Finer than day-dreams are,
When we were young.
Fortune was kinder, then,
When we were young;
Love, too, was blinder, then,
Honied of tongue.
Friendships were all sincere,
Pleasures were far more dear,
And Heaven, itself, was near
When we were young.
When we were young;
Love, too, was blinder, then,
Honied of tongue.
Friendships were all sincere,
Pleasures were far more dear,
And Heaven, itself, was near
When we were young.
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