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From our youth to our age

We have passed each stage

In old immemorial order,

From primitive days

Through flowery ways

With love like a hedge as their border.

Ah, youth was a kingdom of joy,

And we were the king and the queen,

When I was a year

Short of thirty, my dear,

And you were just nearing nineteen.