|Performed By:||Simon And Garfunkel|
Old friends, old friends Sat on their park bench like bookends A newspaper blown thru the grass Falls on the round toes, on the high shoes Of the old friends Old friends Winter companions, the old men Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset The sounds of the city sifting thru trees Settle like dust on the shoulders Of the old friends B: Can you imagine us years from today Sharing a park bench quietly? How terribly strange to be 70 Old Friends Memory brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fear
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