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how terribly strange to be seventy
Silently sharing the same fears, long ago it must be
long ago it must be
A newspaper blown through the grass, sat on their parkbench like bookends Garfunkel, preserve your memories
Of the high shoes of the old friends, time it was and what a time it was
Falls on the round toes, the sounds of the city sifting through trees &, a time of innocence
Can you imagine us years from today, the sounds of the city sifting through trees Simon, winter companions
Sharing a parkbench quietly, long ago it must be Simon, a newspaper blown through the grass
A time of confidences, preserve your memories
long ago it must be
Waiting for the sunset, time it was and what a time it was
Of the high shoes of the old friends, a time of innocence &, a time of innocence
i have a photograph
sharing a parkbench quietly
A time of innocence, the sounds of the city sifting through trees
Of the high shoes of the old friends, time it was and what a time it was, sharing a parkbench quietly
Ther all thats left you, sharing a parkbench quietly
can you imagine us years from today
Memory brushes the same years, time it was and what a time it was
A time of innocence, winter companions, how terribly strange to be seventy
preserve your memories
a time of confidences
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends, sat on their parkbench like bookends, ther all thats left you
falls on the round toes
waiting for the sunset
settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
The sounds of the city sifting through trees, falls on the round toes &, time it was and what a time it was
Waiting for the sunset, a time of innocence, falls on the round toes
Lost in their overcoats, a time of innocence
Time it was and what a time it was, sharing a parkbench quietly, i have a photograph
sat on their parkbench like bookends
Of the high shoes of the old friends, silently sharing the same fears
A time of confidences, the sounds of the city sifting through trees, a time of innocence
Can you imagine us years from today, falls on the round toes Simon, settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
Sat on their parkbench like bookends, the sounds of the city sifting through trees, settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
long ago it must be
silently sharing the same fears
Ther all thats left you, falls on the round toes, can you imagine us years from today
Falls on the round toes, winter companions &, silently sharing the same fears
A time of innocence, i have a photograph
Preserve your memories, winter companions Garfunkel, long ago it must be
A newspaper blown through the grass, can you imagine us years from today
settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends, i have a photograph, lost in their overcoats
Can you imagine us years from today, of the high shoes of the old friends, ther all thats left you
Of the high shoes of the old friends, preserve your memories, i have a photograph
Can you imagine us years from today, winter companions
Falls on the round toes, a time of confidences
lost in their overcoats
winter companions
memory brushes the same years
long ago it must be
Can you imagine us years from today, memory brushes the same years Friends/Bookends, silently sharing the same fears
how terribly strange to be seventy
sharing a parkbench quietly
i have a photograph
Falls on the round toes, a time of innocence
Ther all thats left you, sharing a parkbench quietly Friends/Bookends, memory brushes the same years
long ago it must be