| While we still hold the card in our hands
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| The fleeting treasure of youth, we know
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| We’re living life to it’s full measure
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| For the fruit of love is growing
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| When the wine of youth is flowing
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| And while we hear life’s distant bells still ringing laughter
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| We’re full of hope, we’re blessed with joy, we have no care
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| So let us drink, while life is brimming
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| With the wine of youth
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| Time, so swiftly flies, our summer skies soon slip away
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| Time, so swiftly wings, each parting wings
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| Each chandelles sadness, so timeless
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| And then in vain, we cup our hands and catch but sorrow
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| Each drop of time, like falling rain, knows no tomorrow
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| We can’t hold and sip forever from the wine of youth
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| Before we learn to smile, our smiles are behind us
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| Before we learn to live, our life has run away
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| In a momentary sigh, before we understand
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| We watch it all go by
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| We’ll never know that time, time again
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| And then in vain, we cup our hands and catch but sorrow
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| Each drop of time, like falling rain, knows no tomorrow
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| We can’t hold and sip forever from the wine of youth |