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When you are old and tired and gray |
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Wear you overcoat on sunny days |
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When your brave tales have all been told |
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I'll ask for them when you are old |
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When you are old and full of sleep |
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And death no longer makes you weep |
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When your body aches with cold |
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I'll warm your heart when you are old |
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You'll still be the same to me |
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A comfort and a mystery |
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And I will be able to see |
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I'll need someone to comfort me |
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When you are old and pale and gone |
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A gentle hand is all you want |
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I will give you mine to hold |
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And I'll be here when you are old |
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Yes, I will give you mine to hold |
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And I'll be here when you are old |
