It has been a while since i saw Clara's Hill
Or heard the babbling of the ever flowing rill
In the old fields that i loved long ago
Long before time it did become my foe
Only the memories does seem to last
Of the what used to be in the distant past
Time does not wait it just ticks on and on
Tomorrow will dawn and yesterday has gone
The past just a memory of the what used to be
Of beauty we knew of to never more see
Some will tell you in life we create our own reality
Though others with such thinking do not agree
What the future holds for us who is to say
We can only live in the now and the now is today.
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