Darling, I am growing old,
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Silver threads among the gold
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Shine upon my brow today,
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Life is fading fast away.
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But, my darling, you will be, will be,
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Always young and fair to me,
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Yes, my darling, you will be,
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Always young and fair to me.
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When your hair is silver white,
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And your cheeks no longer bright,
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With the roses of the May,
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I will kiss your lips and say:
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Oh! my darling, mine alone, alone,
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You have never older grown,
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Yes, my darling, mine alone,
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You have never older grown.
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Love can never more grow old.
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Locks may lose their brown and gold,
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Cheeks may fade and hollow grow,
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But the hearts that love will know
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But, my darling, you will be, will be,
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Always young and fair to me,
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Yes, my darling, you will be,
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Always young and fair to me.
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Silver Threads Among The Gold
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| Foster and Allen |
