Our Days Are Young
My dear our days are young
like songs of new still unsung
like adventures of a bee
moments before it has stung
Our days are young
In our days the sounds continue to ring
voices of the youth as they play and sing
their distant echoing chants
composing for us anthems of the spring
Our days are far from strung
My dear our days are young
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