Looking back on times gone by,
I find myself with tears to cry...
So many things I wished I'd done,
So many songs I've left unsung.
And then I come to times with you--
The best of times, through and through--
And tears spring up again, you see,
But tears of joy at thoughts of you and me.
I still wish for times with you, my dear...
But know that those are nowhere near.
We've gone our ways and now are parted--
And it would be impossible for us to be restarted.
--C.R.E.
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