Once, long ago, i watched the moon
along life's glorious golden shores,
and smiled and laughed, and sang for joy,
as i walked hand in hand with you.
Tonight i stand alone
beneath the same old stars,
and watch that same old moon,
with all the world about me,
cold, bare, and snow bound.
The winds of time moan for me and you.
The cold winter moon still
hangs in the same old skies,
the waves of memories keep pounding
on the now silvery shores of life.
Like life's fleeting moments
crashing bit by bit,
against my empty aching heart,
and slowly breaking it.
As i reach into my troubled mind
for more tender memories of old,
the snowy, cold night is engulfing me,
with fond memories of joys past.
Remembering that long ago,
i hung a dream
upon that same old moon.
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