Old man's sitting there, his head bowed down
Every now and then he'll take a look around
And his eyes reflect the memory pain of years gone by
He can't regain nostalgic dreams, he'll never see again
With trembling hands, wipes a tear
Many fall like rain, there's one for every year
And his life laid out so clearly now, life that's bought death
So nearly now life once h
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