Oh the ages pass on by,
Singing their timeless lullaby,
Many men have lived and went,
When death's long hand for them has sent,
Slowly do the seasons go,
Wading through green grass and snow,
And memories will go on too,
Faded away like morning dew,
So don't forget, you must remember,
Even in the bleak December,
There is a summer soon to be,
The Lord will come for you and me.
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