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Old friends
Old friends
Sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blowin' through the grass
Falls on the round toes of the high shoes, of the old friends

Old friends
Winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today
Sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy

Old friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears

Time it was and what a time it was
A time of innocence
A time of confidences
Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
Ther all thats left you...

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