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These are the days we were waiting for
When we sat long nights, hemmed in
By darkness, by mud and snow
Staring at screens
Thinking, will it ever come again?
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Now the sun is warm and the breeze is cool
And the trees are lush and the lawns are full
The river flows, like it ever will
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And old men sit on swept porches
In the shade of lindens, they rock
With coffee, newspapers and tobacco
Too wise to dream
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