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manzo_ganzo
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think please.? To An Emerald Leaf Floating On The Ocean
Your gentlest colours I used to lay my eyes upon,
The Wicklow mountains, the river and the old swan
Are now just memories that time has sweetly aged,
For the course of time had all our passion drained.
Pensive we used to walk among the fields of Carlow,
Gaily in the company of the unfailing crow,
Or sitting in silence on the edge of the little bridge,
While the sun slowly sank beyond the ridge
I walked and pondered in the same field on my own,
On the passing of time, on all things by it outgrown;
The shimmer of a sunbeam on the stream and after,
The placid sound of raindrops plashing in the water.
How different were the first days from the last,
How identical your eyes, so different from the past.
Your gentlest colours I used to lay my eyes upon,
The Wicklow mountains, the river and the old swan
Are now just memories that time has sweetly aged,
For the course of time had all our passion drained.
Pensive we used to walk among the fields of Carlow,
Gaily in the company of the unfailing crow,
Or sitting in silence on the edge of the little bridge,
While the sun slowly sank beyond the ridge
I walked and pondered in the same field on my own,
On the passing of time, on all things by it outgrown;
The shimmer of a sunbeam on the stream and after,
The placid sound of raindrops plashing in the water.
How different were the first days from the last,
How identical your eyes, so different from the past.