From a distant quiet memory
when soft wind rustled golden leaves
where nightingale sang to your heart
dreams of where we'd someday be...
There may be days recalled
Thunder rolled and lightning flashed
There is a time for everything, you know
May we always bring good memories back
He has been gently knocking
that loving words may be restored
I hope that as you come and listen
To our life songs as you did before,
Those rays of light that permeated
o'er the pond ... like doors of beveled glass
find thresholds of sweet childhood dreams ...
that lead to life and happiness.
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