| Here’s to memory, old age and every
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| Here’s to the people who live in a shell
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| Here’s to memory, one more for every
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| One for the road where pedestrians dwell
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| So self-assured, complacent and bored
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| Our hero opens a box on the shelf
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| Containing advice, so worldly and wise
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| Welcomes his children to help themselves
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| Here’s to memory, old age and every
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| Here’s to the people who live in a shell
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| Here’s to memory, one more for every
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| One for the road where pedestrians dwell
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| He hasn’t time for riddle or rhyme
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| Too busy fighting machines at the plant
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| He married young, his path is his pocket
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| Beginnings and endings escape from this ant
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| Here’s to memory, old age and every
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| Here’s to the people who live in a shell
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| Here’s to memory, one more for every
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| One for the road where pedestrians dwell
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| Baptized, materialized, no time to realise
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| Caught in the current and drown in the well
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| Went about fifty, stubborn and empty
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| Hands out the world for his children to sell
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| Here’s to memory, old age and every
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| Here’s to the people who live in a shell
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| Here’s to memory, one more for every
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| One for the road where pedestrians dwell
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| Here’s to memory, old age and every
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| Here’s to the people who live in a shell
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| Here’s to memory, one more for every
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| One for the road where pedestrians dwell |