I was twenty-one years
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when I wrote this song.
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I'm twenty-two now
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but I won't be for long
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Time hurries on.
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And the leaves that are green
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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
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with the love of a girl.
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I held her close, but she faded
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in the night
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Like a poem I meant to write.
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And the leaves that are green
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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
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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
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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 Live
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| Simon And Garfunkel |
