I am enchanted with the sounds of old
And sick and tired of the nasty "now"
My soul is longing strangely to behold
The blinks of foretime gleaming high above.
My heart is yearning to return the moment
Where my dreams were waiting to be born
When everything seemed as if slightly dormant
When life was on the brightly winsome turn.
In reveries I recollect at daylight
The sublime beauty of the darling past
And venerate, and contemplate, and cherish
The flashback to the day that turned to dust.
I am enchanted with the sounds of old...
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