The good old days of yore

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The good old days of yore
How can we forget them
Insights shared
Secrets revealed
Forgotten can never be

Come my friend, come once more
Come into my midst
Talk we will, of things joyous and sad
And let our hearts find sweet relief

In the morn did we pluck flowers
Rock did we to our heart’s delight
The garden alive with our songs

And then separated we got
Where to, we knew not
If ever we see each other again
Come my friend, come once more
Come into my midst