golden days

Oh, the old days

Oh, the old days

Oh, the old days that passed betwixt thee and me
Oh, those moments, beneath the shady tree
Now fallen in a foreign land
and detained on a foreign land

The way we joked, laughed and cackled
The way we roamed the meadows and fields
all cheery, life was merry
all blessed, nothing concealed

Everything vanished in a glimpse of an eye
Now left apart to sigh and sigh
O’God! where is liberty and noble friends?
Return the old days and the old friends

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