| Yesterday
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| I thought I heard somebody say
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| Fly away and you’ll be free
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| Now and then
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| I think about what might have been
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| Old times and friends and Ruth
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| Oh, Ruth
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| Are the skies a little bluer now?
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| Are the loves a little truer now?
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| Than the loves we knew
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| Oh, Ruth
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| Only mountains and wind remain
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| They’re the only things that stay the same
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| Hmmm, don’t they, Ruth?
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| Oh, Ruth
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| Are the skies a little bluer now?
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| Are the loves a little truer now?
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| Than the loves we knew
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| Oh, Ruth
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| Only mountains and wind remain
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| They’re the only things that stay the same
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| Hmmm, don’t they, Ruth? |