Days of my youth,
    Ye have glided away;
Hairs of my youth,
    Ye are frosted and gray;
Eyes of my youth,
    Your keen sight is no more;
Cheeks of my youth,
    Ye are furrowed all o’er;
Strength of my youth,
    All your vigor is gone;
Thoughts of my youth,
    Your gay visions are flown.

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