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Minutes seem like hours |
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And hours they seem like days |
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When the ones you want are missing |
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And they've gone their separate ways |
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Walking in a sunny garden empty like the moon |
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And birds that once could fly so high |
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Now sings a different tune |
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Walking in the park |
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The leaves are turning now it's fall |
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The time has come for leaving |
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in their eyes that says it all |
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Pictures on the mantle |
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Tell the tales of better times |
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Moments from a long long time ago |
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When things were fine |
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One fine day |
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When the wild birds return |
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We'll look back and say |
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What a lesson in life I learned |
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So light a broad wick candle |
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In the window make it bright |
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You need to find your way home |
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in the dark deepest night |
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And if you're lost and homeless |
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On a lonely city night |
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Just follow back that winding road |
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That leads you to the light |
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One fine day |
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When the wild birds return |
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We'll look back and say |
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What a lesson in life I learned |
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Minutes seem like hours |
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And hours they seem like days |
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When the ones you want are missing |
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And they've gone their separate ways |
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Walking in a sunny garden empty like the moon |
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And birds that once could fly so high |
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Now sings a different tune |
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One fine day |
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When the wild birds return |
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We'll look back and say |
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What a lesson in life I learned |
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One fine day |
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When the wild birds return |
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We'll look back and say |
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What a lesson in life I learned |
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One fine day |
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When the wild birds return |
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We'll look back and say |
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What a lesson in life I learned |
