Sometimes the days are carefree       When springtime fills the air, And time stands still in blue and green       While dappled shades dance everywhere To liven up the scene.   Silent boats slip slowly by       Across the hazy blue, As yellow sand wash softly flat       And clear away the clue Where two young people sat.   In the timeless flood and ebb,       That leave the two unheeded, A silent word, a lingered stare       Is all the heart had needed, To seal the memory there.

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