Now the wings fell to ground as the miles they were crossed
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All the years seemed like days as the time it was lost
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For without his solutions and reasons for why
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He should come up for air to the town once his by
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So soon on his way
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Shadows from the pathways
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Memories of old days
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That the journey was long many thoughts filled his mind
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As he neared the stop always a dream he would find
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But the road that he knew could no longer be seen
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And the city lights flickered where lake waters gleamed
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With sadness today
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Hopes of joy yesterday
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Memories of old days
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Sky and the trees of his youthful time spent
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Only smoke, only paper. No colour or scent
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With sadness today
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Hopes of joy yesterday
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Memories of old days
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Memories Of Old Days
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Gentle Giant |