A sweet guitar melody
A memory of days past
When the sunflowers danced
In long summers
Where the stereo in a station wagon
Played the tunes that would define
Periods of a life yet defined
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On the winter wind the melody now floats
Where bare branches replaced blooming flowers
The winter’s night cannot contain
The overflowing joy of notes connected to memories
Sweet days of childhood
Expressed in major and minor harmonics
Past, but not forgotten
