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Old and grey
Young and so far away
Dreaming of the day
When things were innocent and free.
Today is now tomorrow
The years forget the sorrow
My sweat drips from a hot brow
But youth was blessed then for me.
Happy, dreaming
Laughter, singing
Good friends bringing
Good times for free.
Running, loving
Giving, loving
Growing, loving
An ecstasy
The paths are marked and open
No excuses for not going
The light should still be showing
But the owl in in his tree.
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