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I'll see you in my dreams,
on a bright and sunny day,
the wind still blowing through your hair,
When I am old and gray!
I'll dwell upon my younger years,
A youngster making way ...
' Give Me Your Equality! ',
I somehow hear him say ...
and I 'll think of lady lovers ...
When I am old and gray!
A-working I must go now,
for a million yesterdays,
I' ll work and work and
work and work - - -
and carry home my pay!
Perhaps I'll marry, even children...
- - - climbing every day,
Towards the wisdom and the relaxation,
of when I am old and gray!
Barry Van Allen
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