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Yesterday When I Was Young

Yesterday when I was oung, the taste of life was sweet as
rain upon my tongue, I teased at life as if it were a foolish
game, the way an evening breeze may tease a candle flame.

The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned, I
always built alas, on weak and shifting sand, I lived by night
and shunned the naked light of day, and only now I see how the
years ran away.

Yesterday when I was
Young, so many drinking songs were
waiting to be sung, so many wild pleasures lay in store for me,
and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.

I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, I never stopped
to think what life was all about, and every conver sation I
can now reall, concerned itself with ]me, and nothing else at all.

Yesterday the moon was blue, and every crazy day brought
something new to do, I used my magic age as if it were anwand,
and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.

The game of love I played, with arrogance and pride, and every flame
I lit too quickly, quickly died, the friends I made all
seemed, some how to drift away, and only I am left, on stage to
end the play.

There are so many songs in me that won't be sung, I feel the bitter
taste, of tears upon my tongue, the time has come for me pay for
yesterday, when I was oung

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