Like a mist slowly easing down a mountain side
I slide into advancing years
Few regrets and many memories
Past is youth's reckless hilarity, no tears
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Outside snow falls silent and soft
The heart retires into a quiet space
Hold your head high my old soul
This is a time of solemn grace
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