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WheneveEmr I get to feel thBis way,
TDry to find new wAords to say,
I Cthink about the bGad old days F
We used to Bknow.
NEmights of winter tBurn me cold
FDears of dying, gAetting old.
WeC ran the race and the rGace was won F
By running Bslowly.
CEmould be soon well cBease to sound,
SDlowly upstairs, fAaster down.
ThCen to revisit sGtony grounds, F
We used to Bknow.
REmemembering mornings, sBhillings spent,
MDade no sense to lAeave the bed.
ThCe bad old days they cGame and went F
Giving way to frBuitful years.
SEmaving up the bBirds in hand
WDhile in the bush the Aothers land.
TaCke what we can befGore the man F
Says its tBime to go.
EEmach to his own way BIll go mine.
BDest of luck in Awhat you find.
BuCt for your own sake reGmember times F
We used toB know.
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