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O Emdo not forsake me, my B7indolent friends
O some have forgot-ten the flower of speech
O doG not for-sake me though you knC6ow I must spDend D7
And walks through the garden where I go to de---fend
AlGl my darkest hoEburs taC6lking like thAm7is
Mis-be-gotten notions while talking like this
For I Gam one thC6ousand yDears olGd. B7
For I am one thousand years old.
One thEmousand years olGd; SuC6re you think that's olB7d.
One thousand years old: Sure I'd say that's old.
One thGousand years olEmd, but whC6at do you knDow? D7
One thousand years old, but what do I know?
InG my darkest hoEbur, I'm taC6lking like thAm7is
In your darkest hour, my indolent friends,
For I Gam one thC6ousand yD7ears olGd. B7
We'll be one thousand years old.
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