The old man you held to,
threw out the winter,
is just yesterdays news,
spring has sprung different winds,
just as you lips have gone on,
to kiss a younger ones tongue,
and venchers to new paths,
that sing only to you,
it is now time I say ado,
but I still, will love you.
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