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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Times</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friend of my youth, let us talk of old times; <br>Of the long lost golden hours. <br>When &quot;Winter&quot; meant only Christmas chimes, <br>And &quot;Summer&quot; wreaths of flowers. <br>Life has grown old, and cold, my friend, <br>And the winter now, means death. <br>And summer blossoms speak all too plain <br>Of the dear, dead forms beneath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But let us talk of the past to-night; <br>And live it over again, <br>We will put the long years out of sight, <br>And dream we are young as then. <br>But you must not look at me, my friend, <br>And I must not look at you, <br>Or the furrowed brows, and silvered locks, <br>Will prove our dream untrue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let us sing of the summer, too sweet to last, <br>And yet too sweet to die. <br>Let us read tales, from the book of the past, <br>And talk of the days gone by. <br>We will turn our backs to the West, my friend, <br>And forget we are growing old. <br>The skies of the Present are dull, and gray, <br>But the Past's are blue, and gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun has passed over the noontide line <br>And is sinking down the West. <br>And of friends we knew in days Lang Syne, <br>Full half have gone to rest. <br>And the few that are left on earth, my friend <br>Are scattered far, and wide. <br>But you and I will talk of the days <br>Ere any roamed, or died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Auburn ringlets, and hazel eyes <br>Blue eyes and tresses of gold. <br>Winds joy laden, and azure skies, <br>Belong to those days of old. <br>We will leave the Present's shores awhile <br>And float on the Past's smooth sea. <br>But I must not look at you, my friend, <br>And you must not look at me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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Of the long lost golden hours. 
When &quot;Winter&quot; meant only Christmas chimes, 
And &quot;Summer&quot; wreaths of flowers. 
Life has grown old, and cold, my friend, 
And the winter now, means de..."></div>
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