𝘰𝘭𝘥

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I missed the times, the old days
Surely I remember the spark of the old ways
Old soul in this cold world of sorrow
Days turn old leaves into dust overmorrow

Take me back to the days of old
When old sunlight streamed past sills so bold
Trenches we dig, old roads we met the end
Struck twelve—hello darkness, my old friend

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