Wood Nymph
The Good Times
The certain smile of yours
gave me that inner glow.
I felt desired and loved.
Where did the good times go?
Long walks and conversations,
the friendship grew true and slow.
The future seemed so distant.
Where did the good times go?
Years of friendship quicky flew.
A touch of grey and growing old
signifies the cycle of life.
Where did the good times go?
gave me that inner glow.
I felt desired and loved.
Where did the good times go?
Long walks and conversations,
the friendship grew true and slow.
The future seemed so distant.
Where did the good times go?
Years of friendship quicky flew.
A touch of grey and growing old
signifies the cycle of life.
Where did the good times go?
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The Good Times
The Good Times