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So here we are, alone - |
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our children have grown up and moved away. |
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living their own lives, they say... |
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it all seems very strange to me. |
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I don't understand their ways: |
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our children amaze me all the time |
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and I often wonder why they make me feel |
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so sad and suddenly old. |
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Now we're left with an empty home, |
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from our nest all the birds have flown for foreign skies. |
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We're discarded, of no further use, |
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though we gave our kids all our youth and all our lives - |
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we really tried. |
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Now there's only my wife and me; |
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we used to have a family - now that's gone |
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and only memories linger on... |
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it all seems very wrong to me. |
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To our sorrows they were quite deaf |
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and as soon as they could they left us to our tears. |
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We always tried to teach what was good - |
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yes, we gave our kids all we could through all the years. |
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So here we are at last; |
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the time has gone so fast and so have my dreams. |
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I simply don't know what it all means, |
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this pointless passage through the night, |
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this autumn-time, this walk upon the water.... |
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I wonder how long |
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it will be till this song |
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is sung by our own sons and daughters? |
