| Minutes seem like hours
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| And hours they seem like days
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| When the ones you want are missing
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| And they’ve gone their separate ways
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| Walking in a sunny garden empty like the moon
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| And birds that once could fly so high
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| Now sings a different tune
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| Walking in the park
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| The leaves are turning now it’s fall
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| The time has come for leaving
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| In their eyes that says it all
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| Pictures on the mantle
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| Tell the tales of better times
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| Moments from a long long time ago
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| When things were fine
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| One fine day
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| When the wild birds return
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| We’ll look back and say
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| What a lesson in life I learned
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| So light a broad wick candle
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| In the window make it bright
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| You need to find your way home
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| In the dark deepest night
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| And if you’re lost and homeless
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| On a lonely city night
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| Just follow back that winding road
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| That leads you to the light
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| One fine day
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| When the wild birds return
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| We’ll look back and say
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| What a lesson in life I learned
|
| Minutes seem like hours
|
| And hours they seem like days
|
| When the ones you want are missing
|
| And they’ve gone their separate ways
|
| Walking in a sunny garden empty like the moon
|
| And birds that once could fly so high
|
| Now sings a different tune
|
| One fine day
|
| When the wild birds return
|
| We’ll look back and say
|
| What a lesson in life I learned
|
| One fine day
|
| When the wild birds return
|
| We’ll look back and say
|
| What a lesson in life I learned
|
| One fine day
|
| When the wild birds return
|
| We’ll look back and say
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| What a lesson in life I learned |