I thought your paths ran through my yard,
You'd knock each time you passed,
I thought your heartbeats echoed mine,
My absence left you lost;
In your hearts I lived in joy,
In your smiles I laughed,
My days were flavoured with your words,
Oh! happy were those ploys!
Those days pass away with time
Those days dissolve, like ghosts,
Yet in clouds their shadow lives
Those days I love the most.
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