Years have trailed past...
Years
have trailed past like clouds over a country,
And
they'll never return, for they're gone forever,
And I no
longer enjoy such light endeavour
As the
magic of folk songs or the land of faery
Which as
a child filled me with wonder,
Not quite
understood yet meaning so much to me,
And now
these shadows try to recapture me
In this
hour of mystery, this twilight hour.
These
trembling fingers touch the strings in vain
To find
the right notes from the fading memory
Of youth,
so that my soul can vibrate again.
Everything's
disappeared from the horizon of that distant plain
And you
can no longer hear the voice of past harmony.
Behind me
time gathers . . . and I darken!
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