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Saturday, October 15, 2016

OLD FRIENDS

Simon & Garfunkel - Old Friends (Live at Central Park)


Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blowin' through the grass
Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends
Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy
Old friends, memory brushes the same years, silently sharing the same fears.

Time it was and what a time it was it was...
A time of innocence a time of confidences
Long ago it must be, I have a photograph preserve your memories
There all that's left you.

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