(P. Simon)
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I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song.
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I'm twenty-two now but I won't 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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That's all there is.
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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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Leaves That Are Green
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| Simon & Garfunkel |
