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(1)

Our summers were golden – our winters were bleak

All the lines that we’ve chased and one promise to keep

We are bound to what we’ve been told in our young years

Everything’s distant and nothing is close

When you’re young and you’re thinking which path you might choose

All out there is unknown and distant is age

Free yourself from your mind’s own cage

REF

Never cede to dream

Take the loss of faith as knowledge what it means to be

Never cede to learn

May we all grow old is wisdom we achieved to earn

(2)

Our springs were yet joyful – our falls full of grace

To bring us the end of our own ways

And tears from a river to sail on into the unknown

Nothing is distant and all there is close

Now that you’re old and recall your own choice

All out there’s still unknown and distant is youth

The end of a journey – the start of the truth