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I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song. |
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Im twenty-two now but I wont be for long |
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Time hurries on. |
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And the leaves that are green turn to brown, |
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And they wither with the wind, |
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And they crumble in your hand. |
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Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl. |
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I held her close, but she faded in the night |
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Like a poem I meant to write. |
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And the leaves that are green turn to brown, |
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And they wither with the wind, |
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And they crumble in your hand. |
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I threw a pebble in a brook |
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And watched the ripples run away |
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And they never made a sound. |
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And the leaves that are green turned to brown, |
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And they wither with the wind, |
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And they crumble in your hand. |
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Hello, hello, hello, good-bye, |
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Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, |
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Thats all there is. |
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And the leaves that are green turned to brown, |
