The Greatest.

the greatest years are yours.
the greatest years are here and always.
the greatest year’s inside and wear appellant eyes.
in endless eerie echoes, the greatest years you’ll find.
look at last how bright the path,
how dark the twisted pine.
the greatest year so yet to bless.
the greatest years forget.

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