April 10, 201511 yr I miss you when i go, and oh oh, when i'm old and wise, Heavy words that tossed and blew me, like autumn winds that will blow right through me and someday, in the mist of time, When they ask me if i new you, i'd smile and say you were a friend of mine. And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes, ooh when i'm old and wise....
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