Withered leaves scamper the courtyard,
Howling wind cries your name.
Soulful eyes with memories scarred,
Gone with the wind are the days of fame.
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The stage is lost, acts forgotten,
Curtains drawn; mock my presence.
Gone with the wind, are days mirth-laden,
Lights have dulled, jeering silence.
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Wine goblets and cheddar cheese,
Gone with wind are these savouries.
Discontent bubbling, drowned in grief
Me and my formidable memories.
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Gone with the wind are my days of youth
I chase them and pant down in defeat.
Time the leveller has portrayed the truth,
Only if , it was him, I could cheat!
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