The moments turn to hours and the hours turn to days and I've seen so many lost ones pass away.
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And they're gone. Yes, they're gone. They are gone to stay. (Last time repeat)
The hill sides are so lovely in their springtime fine array but I've seen too many flowers fade away.
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The lovers pass by my window never caring if they stray but I've seen so many lovers lose their way.
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