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Old friends, old friends |
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Sat on their park bench like bookends |
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A newspaper blown through the grass |
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Falls on the round toes |
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Of the high shoes of the old friends |
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Old friends, winter companions, the old men |
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Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun |
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The sounds of the city sifting through trees |
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Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends |
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Can you imagine us years from today? |
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Sharing a park bench quietly |
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How terribly strange to be seventy70 |
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Old friends, memory brushes the same years |
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Silently sharing the same fears |
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Time it was and what a time it was, it was |
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A time of innocence, a time of confidences |
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Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph |
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Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you |
