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| 2:35 | ||||
2. |
| 3:01 | ||||
3. |
| 2:48 | ||||
4. |
| 3:16 | ||||
5. |
| 2:04 | ||||
6. |
| 3:04 | ||||
7. |
| 2:58 | ||||
8. |
| 2:16 | ||||
9. |
| 3:41 | ||||
10. |
| 2:31 | ||||
11. |
| 3:20 | ||||
12. |
| 2:37 | ||||
13. |
| 2:24 | ||||
14. |
| 3:03 | ||||
15. |
| 2:11 | ||||
16. |
| 2:54 | ||||
17. |
| 2:20 | ||||
18. |
| 2:21 | ||||
19. |
| 3:41 | ||||
20. |
| 2:49 | ||||
21. |
| 2:13 | ||||
22. |
| 3:18 | ||||
23. |
| 3:24 | ||||
Yesterday when I was young
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 would tease a candle flame. The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned I always built to last on weak and shifting sand. I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day. And only now I see how the years have run away. Yesterday when I was young so many Happy songs that waited to be sung, So many wild pleasures that lay and stored for me, And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see. I ran so fast the time and youth's last run out and I never stopped to think what life was all about and every conversation that I can recall concerned itself with me and nothing else at all. Yesterday the moon was blue and every crazy day brought something new to do and I used my magic age as if it were a wand and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond. The game of love I played with elegance and pride and every flame I lit so quickly, quickly died. The friends I made all seem somehow to drift away And only I am left on stage to end the play. There are so many songs and needed won't be sung. 'Cause I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue and the time has come for me to pay for yesterday when I was young. |
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24. |
| 2:53 | ||||