Where do minutes of the past
go when the hands of clock have passed?
You ask "are you troubled much"
I say "it's like when we were young"

Write you last paragraph
Memories of life
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh

I've resolved not to insist
On whether I can weather this
Winter aged us like the paint
That gathers by the window pane

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