All things are getting old
People, places, memories
The sun each time it falls
Growing rings within the trees
The music of our youth
Starts to age, but never dies
History is written
In wrinkles that wrap our eyes
Lessons learned, lovers lost
Lifetimes lived to feed the soul
Days and nights of light are
Strong enough to make us whole
And so we flow because
Time has not been known to freeze
All things are getting old
People, places, memories
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