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Time,
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Time,
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Time, see what's become of me
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While I looked around for my possibilities.
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I was so hard to please.
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Look around,
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Leaves are brown,
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And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
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Hear the Salvation Army band.
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Down by the riverside's
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Bound to be a better ride
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Than what you've got planned.
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Carry your cup in your hand.
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And look around,
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Leaves are brown,
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And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
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Hang on to your hopes, my friend.
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That's an easy thing to say,
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But if your hopes should pass away
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Simply pretend that you can build them again.
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Look around,
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The grass is high,
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The fields are ripe,
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It's the springtime of my life
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Seasons change with the scenery;
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Weaving time in a tapestry
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Won't you stop and remember me
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At any convenient time?
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Funny how my memory skips
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Looking over manuscripts
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Of unpublished rhyme.
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Drinking my vodka and lime,
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I look around
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Leaves are brown,
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And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
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Hazy Shade Of Winter
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| Simon & Garfunkel |
