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Pretty lady holding hands with time |
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Growing older as the day goes by |
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What is she to do? Or what have you? |
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The sun is shining on her face so fair |
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The sounds of children floating in the air |
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Hello, time |
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Does she really care? |
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Or think, think |
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"Old age cannot touch me now |
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I wallow in the laugh" |
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That's what it's all about |
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We fill our lives with precious laughs |
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What is there in a laugh that time avoids to know? |
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Look at all the people out there playing |
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Running from the past |
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"Can I make my bus," he cries, "or will I see the show?" |
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We surround ourselves with time |
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Building with the laughter a doorway to the mind |
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No yesterdays, no tomorrows |
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Time is a helix of precious laughs |
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We are only men |
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We eat, we speak in fancy wordy ways |
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But down inside the person acting out the part |
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The place where we all stay |
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There is the heart where all are one, a place away from time |
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Direct our thoughts from there |
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Freeing with the laughter a doorway to the light |
