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We play simple games These days it's just simple From Monopoly to Candy Land And Scrabble, too Stratego, Risk, you name it We play simple games   We get older, and the games go away
She looks into the honest, fogged mirror And she sees a person she’s proud of She sees the deep lines stretched upon her forehead Symbolizing the wisdom of her old age She sees the dark circles hugging her eyes
1.)It starts with a smile  And nothing happens for a while For he whispers the magic words The magic words that will lead to more  2.)He holds your hand  Glad that he's yours to have
O dear rain when will you fall And let me hear the                 Echoes, The echoes of your pitter patter, The dancing of your clear crystal beauty;   Come back to this dry season
I was pretty once When I was sixteen or Seventeen maybe Or somewhere between:  
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