  I came your way in the years gone by, In the summers that now are old, And then there was light in your beaming eye, And love was living and hopes were high At the Sign of the Heart of Gold. I come today and the lights are fled, And the trail of the mold and rust Has saddened the hall where the feast was spread, And love has vanished and youth is dead At the Sign of the Heart of Dust. |
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