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I was twenty-one years old
When I wrote this song
I'm twenty-two now
But I won't be for long
Time hurries on
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And the leaves that are green
Turn to brown
And they wither with the wind
And they crumble in your hand
Once my heart was filled
With the love of a girl
I held her close
But she faded in the night
Like a poem I meant to write
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I threw a pebble in a brook
And watched the ripples run away
And they never made a sound
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Hello, hello, hello, hello
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
That's all there is
And the leaves that are green
Turned to brown
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