And the age is gone
To stare from behind
The windows
And heart starts to beat
Fast watching my love's
Lovely shadows
And the age is gone
To whistle at my dame
Walking away
To the classroom
And singing love songs
All the day
And the age is gone
To keep flowers for her
In the book
To wait for her for
Hours thinking about her
By the brook
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