| I wandered today to the hills, Maggie, to watch the scene below
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| The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie, as we used to long, long ago
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| The green grove has gone from the hills, Maggie, where first the daisies sprung
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| The creaking old mill is still, Maggie, since you and I were young
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| Oh, they say that I’m feeble with age, Maggie, my steps are much slower than
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| then
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| My face is a well written page, Maggie, and time all alone was the pen
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| (They say we have outlived our time, Maggie, as dated as the song that we sung
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| But to me you’re as fair as we were, Maggie, when you and I were young.)
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| (They say we have outlived our time, Maggie, as dated as the song that we sung
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| But to me you’re as fair as we were, Maggie, when you and I were young.)
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| When you and I were young |