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I remember this old man |
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And the wisdom he shared with me |
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Upon his knee |
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I'd listen |
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I remember words he spoke |
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And the look behind his quiet eyes |
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In silent bliss life gives little lessons |
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He spun tales of worlds unseen |
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Now he sacrificed his youthful dreams |
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He lived his life again just for me |
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He raised children to be strong |
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They flew into the city lights, such busy lives |
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He wished they'd visit home |
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I will remember the words of this old man |
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Until my dying day |
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It took his death to bring them home |
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To the empty rooms where they had grown |
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Where he died alone |
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And they buried him next to his bride |
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I held her hand as my mother cried |
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Just a child of five, now |
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I understand |
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Now I understand the words of this old man |
