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There was a time when I was young
and still depended on my mum,
when days were warm and time was free
and events were kept fond in my memory

The days we spent upon the sand,
with crabs in buckets, spade in hand,
or out with nets on bikes across the field,
to go and see what the brook could yield.

There was a time when I left home,
for I was old enough to roam,
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After

The best of lovers will one day part
and such sad moments break many a heart
maybe a lifetime together has then passed
or one has gone, leaving questions to be asked

But then after the love of your life has gone
can you find new strength to somehow carry on
will there be words from friends to impart any peace
while you struggle through each day until your final release

To each...

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