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Things change |
| When I was young, I had a dream Of how my life would be My college years, no lover’s tears Love, peace and harmony But plans may change, and so did mine Youth’s dreams for life, no more My service years and mother’s tears Depression, distress and discord. Though youth has passed, the dream yet glows Of how my life could be In autumn years, as true love nears Love, peace and harmony. |