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evensong

there’s silver in my hair

there’s creases in your face

we’ve had so much to learn about

this strange and different place

that years flew by

and children died

but still the world seems new again

when particles collide

maybe that’s just part of growing old

remembering, revising

all the stories that we told

when we were young and didn’t know

all the things we’d never show

now

what would it do to you

if i should fade away

like sunset into sunrise

at the dawning of the day?

when death’s defied

we’ll be the bride

and in the earth that was your birth

our particles collide

and maybe that’s just

part of growing old

remembering, revising

all the stories that we told

when we were young

and tried to grow

all the seeds we’d never sow

now

you and i makes we

we means us, you see

embers, ashes, dust to dust

you’re always part of me

so maybe that’s the reason we grow old

remembering, revising

all the stories that we told

when we were young

and didn’t know

all the love that keeps us close

now

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