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There were cloudless days 
Sunless days 
Without so much 
As a breeze in the air 

Days when the trees and flowers 
Slept 
As I watched the river 
Sitting frozen still 

These were my winter days 
When spring and summer and fall 
Had withdrawn 
To another time of life 

Once 
I believed this to be 
A time of peace and tranquility 
But that was a tale 
Told by younger men 

This was a time 
Of reflection 
Like the formless shapes 
That appeared in the icy waters 

A time to prepare 
In the most gracious of ways 
My goodbyes 
And fare-thee-wells 

These days 
I come here often 
Not to think of my failures 
But rather, to let them go 
To send them off 
And let them fade away 

These days 
I come here only 
To watch the river flow