Tonight I weep, sob, cry
For a love not meant to die.
Mourning over the golden years
While I shed these golden tears.
Tomorrow I sulk, moan, die
While these tears are in my eyes.
Tears of happiness, joy, pain,
Tears shed again and again.
I'll live just a while,
Though you may not see me smile,
While I'm remembering our golden years,
Remembering our golden tears.
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Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid. --John 14:27 (NKJ) 