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There's a blanket of mist on the dew coverded fields |
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Far in the distance church bells peal and a hazy white sunlight breaks through the dawn catching the cobwebs spun on the lawn and in through the curtains, a thin shaft of light capturing diamonds of dust in their flight |
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In those days, long before you were born |
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Those days, when |
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I was a child |
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As I look back it seems like only yesterday |
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When I was your age |
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As a golden red sun sets in a mackerel sky |
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On long summer evenings in twilight |
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Riding home on your shoulders, holding your hand |
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Watching the hourglass filling with sand |
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And I still remember the stories you read |
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And being carried back to my own little bed |
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In those days, long before you were born |
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Those days, when |
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I was a child |
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As I look back it seems like only yesterday |
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When I was your age |
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And I still remember the stories you read |
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And being carried back to my own little bed |
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In those days, long before you were born |
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Those days, when |
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I was a child |
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As I look back it seems like only yesterday |
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When I was your age |
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In those days, long before you were born |
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Those days, when |
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I was a child |
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As I look back it seems like only yesterday |
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When I was your age |
