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LOST DREAMS


 Autumn  came  and  flung  the  dreams  of  summer  down  the  wind ,

        The  golden  dreams , enchanted  dreams , went  sighing  down   

                the  wind ,

       All  through  the  haze  of  sullen  days

        Cold  Winter  paced  and  whined .

 

 

    Where  are  the  dreams ? What  were  the  dreams ?

        They  came  and  now  are  gone .

    We  do  not  know , we  cannot  tell ;

    Cruel  Winter  leapt , bright  Summer  fell .

        Our  dreams  could  not  live  on .

 

 

    But  Spring  a  hopeful  promise  kept ,

        Wild  Winter  wounded  lay

    Gnawed  the  bones  of  dark  despair

    Deep  in  the  dank  and  secret  lair

        Concealed  from  light  of  day .

 

 

    Flowers  danced  the  shimmering  hills ,

        A  gentle  loving  rain

    Awoke  the  Earth , each  tender  vine

    Drank  of  the  Sun , a  sparkling  wine

        Our  dreams  would  live  again !