a lifetime comes and goes
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and as my friend the rose said only yesterday
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"this morning I was born
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and baptised in the dawn
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I flowered in the dew
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and life was fresh and new
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the sun shone through the cold
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and through the day I grew
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by night-time I was old"
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"at least there''s never been
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no, you have never seen
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a rose more bright and gay"
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a lifetime comes and goes
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and as my friend the rose said only yesterday
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"the good lord smiled on me
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so why then should it be
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I feel I''m falling now
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oh yes, I''m falling now
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my heart no-one can save
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my head begins to bow
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my feet are in the grave"
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the rose God smiled upon
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tomorrow will be gone
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forever gone away
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a lifetime comes and goes
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and so my friend the rose was dead at break of day
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the moon is shining bright
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and in my dreams tonight
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beneath the starlit sky
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my friend the rose goes by
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he has seen my dreams I see
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a soul that wouldn''t die
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still watching over me
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whatever fortune brings
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I''ll hope for better things
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or life will just be grey
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"a lifetime comes and goes"
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that''s what my friend the rose
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said only yesterday
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The Rose
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| Francoise Hardy |
