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Yesterday when I was young |
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The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue |
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I teased at life as if it were a foolish game |
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The way the evening breeze may tease the candle flame |
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A thousand dreams I dreamed |
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The splendid things I planned |
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I always built alas on weak and shifting sand |
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I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day |
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And only now I see how the years ran away |
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Yesterday when I was young |
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So many drinking songs were waiting to be sung |
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So many wayward pleasures lay in store for me |
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And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see |
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I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out |
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I never stopped to think what life was all about |
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And every conversation I can now recall |
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Concerned itself with me, me, me and nothing else at all |
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Yesterday the moon was blue |
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And every crazy day brought something new to do |
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I used my magic age as if it were a wand |
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That never saw the waste and emptiness beyond |
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The game of love I played with arrogance and pride |
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And every flame I lit too quickly quickly died |
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The friends I made all seemed somehow drift away |
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And only I am left on stage to end the play |
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There are so many songs in me that won't be sung |
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I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue |
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The time has come for me to pay |
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For yesterday....when I was young, young, young,......young |
