| The years pass by like songs in my memory
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| Like steps in sand
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| I know that I’ve been there
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| Like days that don’t end
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| I know that we’ve been there
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| If they don’t know
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| If they don’t show
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| How could this all be true
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| When life strikes down on them?
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| As the wind passes by
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| Lifting us in the end
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| The years pass by and I know that I’ve been there
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| Like steps in sand
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| I know that we’ll be there
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| If they don’t know
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| If they don’t show
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| How could this be a true tragedy?
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| When life strikes down on them
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| And everyone’s time is at hand
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| As the wind passes by again
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| Don’t let it fade away
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| Don’t let it blow away
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| Wind carries the sand
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| That lifts us up in the end |