| The last fifty years
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| Have seen laughter and tears
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| And your hair slowly fade to gray
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| Your children are grown now
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| And it’s hard to believe
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| How the years have just all slipped away
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| But in time you’ve gained a wisdom
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| That seems to elude the young
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| And each line that now marks your face
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| Tells the stories of all that you’ve done
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| So fear not the passing of days
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| 'Cause like the song of the violin
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| You only grow sweeter with age
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| As time’s pages turn
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| You lived and you learned
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| What truly mattered most
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| Is family and friends
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| And in the end finding peace
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| In the path that you chose
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| 'Cause in time you’ve gained a wisdom
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| That seems to elude the young
|
| And each line that now marks your face
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| Tells the stories of all that you’ve done
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| So fear not the passing of the days
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| 'Cause like the song of the violin
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| You only grow sweeter with age
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| Ooh, in time you’ve gained a wisdom
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| That seems to elude the young
|
| And each line that now marks your face
|
| Tells the stories of all that you’ve done
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| So fear not the passing of the days
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| 'Cause like the song of the violin
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| You only grow sweeter with age
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| 'Cause like the song of the violin
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| You only grow sweeter with age
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| The last fifty years
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| Have seen laughter and tears
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| And your hair slowly fade to gray |