The good old days
When the sun was rising in the east
And setting in the west
When the children didn't want to grow up
Not for fear of the morrow
But for the sweet times
The good old days
After the end of the bad old days
And followed by the bad days
Of continual despair
And cyclic melodrama
They that knew the good old days
Only believed it
Those that only know the bad days
Think it was a mirage
Whether the better days will come or not
Does not reside in the old
Only if the young will grow.
Inspiring
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