Years Have Gone By
Stories From The Victorian Goldfields Collection
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Years Have Gone By by Sir Troy Anthony Platt
Reference: 4826072019
I feel the wind of winter.
I dream of a loving friend.
Now I alone to journey on,
For ten years, she was my friend.
We went out to listen to Celtic musicians,
Afterwards we would have tea,
We watch a movie together,
I played with her cat.
Years have gone by,
Now I am all alone.
I write songs about my life.
On this page is one tear.
I remember the good times,
Now I am not quite sure.
I live by myself now.
I sleep in queen’s size bed.
I farewell my friend.
Dinners by myself.
I go to the pub all by myself.
Farwell my friend.
No more, time together.
This will be my last song for her.
© 2019 COPYRIGHT TROY ANTHONY PLATT,
G.P.O. BOX 340 BELLAAWOOD CFI-007,
BALLARAT, VICTORIA, AUSTRALIA 3350
About the Creator
Troy Anthony Platt
Im a creative producer looking for cast and crew to join me on my journey to fame and glory
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