| Is this the little girl I carried?
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| Is this the little boy at play?
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| I don’t remember growing older
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| When did they?
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| When did she get to be a beauty?
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| When did he grow to be so tall?
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| Wasn’t it yesterday when they were small?
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| Sunrise, sunset
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| Sunrise, sunset
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| Swiftly flow the years
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| One season following the other
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| Laden with happiness and tears
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| Try to remember the kind of September
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| When life was slow
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| And oh, so mellow
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| Try to remember the kind of September
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| When grass was green
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| And grain was yellow
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| Try to remember the kind of September
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| When you were a tender and callow fellow
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| Try to remember
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| And if you remember
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| Then follow
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| Try to remember
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| When life was so tender
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| That no one wept except the willow
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| Try to remember
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| When life was so tender
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| That dreams were kept beside your pillow
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| Try to remember
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| When life was so tender
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| That love was an ember about to billow
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| Try to remember
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| An if you remember
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| Then follow, follow
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| Try to remember
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| When life was so tender
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| That love was an ember about to billow
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| Deep in December |
| It’s nice to remember
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| And follow, follow, follow |