A thousand years or so, is said
A gentle breeze of a flowering bed
Children and fairies chattering secrets in pretty ears
Gone are the years
Gone are the years of sorrow and tears
Gone are those years
Barefoot in clean white sand
A kiss on the lips, a kiss on the hand
Happy to be alive
Happy to be alive
Happy to be alive
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