I mourn the passing of my youth
As a lier might lament the truth
Well knowing that no mortal act
Can stem the tide or change the fact
As life drifts slowly by
No summer day nor winter night
Abide the time of man
No rising sun no crescent moon
Take solace in his plan
For I like time just passing by
Must cede this simple truth
Through summer joy,
Through Winters pain
I mourn the passing of my youth
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