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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
So the years have passed, but we’re not
We sit tired, having never loved it all
Spring is happy—and how many colors are
In it, under the old willow?
The street, the street
And I’m nobody
And I’m nobody
And I remember how we
Did become rich people, after all
We dressed up simply and walked in a crowd
Now I’m gray hair, and you’re like a gray
And I’m nobody
You’re nobody