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I sit in the gazebo of memories As the emotions meander around. I sit as the reminiscence of my austere self, Makes me covet to travel to the past. I sit in the gazebo of memories As the emotions meander around. I sit as I am reminded by them, How my demeanour has changed, How from a soft-hearted boy, I became an iron-hearted man. I sit in the gazebo of memories As the emotions meander around. I sit in a resolute stoicism, As the waves of time alter the sands of life. I sit,

The merry sun shines bright and high, The rain drops patter out a happy rhyme, The wintry slush- all beautiful it lies; And oh, it’s spring! The bells of joy do chime! Those leaves rustle a gleeful tune yearlong, In autumn, take a bow, and apprentices sprout; The charming fowls chirp their gay song And the babbling brook, ecstasy it shouts. Against the endless expanse of blue above, The mountains high and the valleys low Silhouette true and joyful smiles of love, All leaving