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I met you a short time ago, when I was just, too afraid to show, what I had come to know Now you are just so far away, can't ever hear, the feelings I say, or see my light for you every day Now I know we lined up, right from the start, I feel you deep in my heart, and now I know we'll never part I know I'm just a stupid old man, too old for you, I do understand, the boy I become holding your hand So, please forgive these foolish discerning thoughts, or pain I have brought, or saddness I've wrought, I received much more of you than I bought I met you a short time ago, when I was just, too afraid to show, what I had come to know Now I know we lined up, right from the start, I feel you deep in my heart, and now I know we'll never part
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