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I found it somehow strange even then How you'd go on about
it You shared that vision again and again Till I could see it too my friend
Imagine us you said All wrinkled bent and gray Three queer old codgers reflecting back To Tangchao's golden days
Together forever more And I believed as you believed
Together's what we'd have in store
Our grandkids fighting duels With drumstick swords Those were your words Guitars and basses slung across Their backs As they climb cross stacks Of drums and amps While we old gramps We cry our joyful tears And drain a nostalgic class To those wonderful wonderful years
Together we`d grow old Tell me why it won`t turn out
exactly As you told Tell me why it`s grown so cold
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