Fading of the Day

She sat on my knee
And said she loved me
Sun bright hair and wicked smile
But time took her away
Friends like brothers
A careless age
We thought it would never end
But nothing outlasts time
With each turn of the hand
Poor memory
Takes place of vigour
Our steps track down
A shrinking path
In the fading of the day

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