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The good old days,
Where have they gone?
We cling to them
Like a good song.
Those good old days,
Irresponsible joy,
We played with them
Just like a toy.
My friends and I,
We had a dream.
We stuck together
Like a team.
The times have changed.
Old friends are gone.
We meet new friends.
The days move on.
The good old days
Again I'll find.
A different dream.
A change in mind.
With all new friends
And different ways,
They'll soon become
The good old days.
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flemingda@planetc.com
