Life planned in stages,
the years running on.
No time for all you planned
before your life was gone.
Life is what happens
while we're busy making plans.
Time swiftly moving
like the wind in our hands.
Oh, to turn back the years,
to when we were young and strong
and days were never numbered.
Oh, to turn back the years,
to days when our hearts were wild
and secrets shared
were meant for keeping.
Girls to women, me and you,
sharing days as sisters do.
Girlish laughter in the air
and golden sun upon our hair.
Lifetimes pass us by too soon,
pass us while we're keeping
to the path before us...
There's no girlish laughter now...
now you lay sleeping.
In Loving Memory of my sister,
Barbara Frances Palladino
December 22, 1934 -- May 16, 1995
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Lakeside In Winter composed by
Waka
Okamura
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