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Five Years Gone
Five years have passed, we’re a little older
This spring gets warmer every day
It’s in the eye of the beholder
The summer starts with rains of May
You took advantage of this year
You’ve got no more of age to gain
No more of struggling with fear
No more of worries and the pain
Now all these things are left for me
Compounded with the young green leaves
Your garden’s peaceful harmony
I have to live up to all this
Our google albums help a lot
Your marigolds are kept in bloom
Your roses and forget-me-nots
They blossom brightly in my room.
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Gregory Colodub
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