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Old friends' old friends' |
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Sat on their parkbench 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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Settles 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 parkbench quietly |
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How terribly strange to be sevent |
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Old friends' memory brushes the same years' |
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Silently sharing the same fears |
