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615 B
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19 lines
615 B
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years pass
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That's the way we live and do not expect silence
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We have our youth as the first true
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A heart as the first lights of
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Lights on the friendship above all else
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But the years pass, our years as the birds fly
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And once we look back
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And the joy of meeting and bitter separations
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We've all experienced comrade and friend
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And where there once were in love
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Lovers walking trees are now grown up
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we are for the easy way out is not set
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And this habit in our children
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We go with them into the wind
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Towards the wind shall never grow old, we
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But the years pass, our years as the birds fly
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And once we look back at 1958 |