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They say that your hair is going grey
That you are alone today;
Nobody knows where you go to
When you go away
They say that you have saddened
That your children look after you well
They say that you are gladdened
When news of me comes your way
They say that you are quite the same
But sometimes, when they speak my name
They see you pause; but then that is
The consequence of the silence of years.
Rumours say that after all this time
After all these years that you were not mine
That after all this time, you rarely smile
Rumours say its been a long long while.
Rumours say that when last I came to the city
You left, and what a pity
That I hadn’t seen you for so long
But now, that is an old, old song.
Rani Turton
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