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Time will have warranted all that the foliage brung |
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Falls to the ground at the feet of the old and the young |
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Tired and worn from a life made of wallow and pain |
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Of what will be made is all that remains at the core |
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Bear the old and the young |
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Time will have warranted |
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All that the foliage brung |
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So bear the old and the young |
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Awoke from a long one that came on the heels of a day |
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Where sun would arise and then grant us the kindness of ray |
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Fields full of gladness surrounded by droves that await |
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And look for the grave in everything adorn |
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Bear the old and the young |
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Time will have warranted |
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All that the foliage brung |
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So bear the old and the young |
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Bear the old and the young |
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Time will have warranted |
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All that the foliage brung |
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Bear the old and the young |
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Time will have warranted |
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All that the foliage brung |
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So bear the old and the young |