Old days
Let’s close all the windows, my dear
Before it flies away
Let’s savour it
And keep it close
Like all the windows, my dear
Let’s ignore that awful ticking, my dear
Before it rules our lives
Just breathe each day
And walk your path
Without the ticking, my dear
Let’s not count our wrinkles, my dear
For they tell us who we are
The way we smiled
And used to cry
It made our wrinkles, my dear
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