Time
Ain't the snow falling just a bit deeper these days?
Aren't they building the stairs a bit steeper these days?
And the town's really changin' in so many ways.
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Time
The young folks, they're growin' exceptionally tall.
And the newspaper print, it's becoming quite small.
And folks speak so soft, you can hardly hear at all.
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The jokes don't seem as witty as the old jokes once were.
And the gals aren't half as pretty as I remember her.
And today, you know, in the park, a young man called me "Sir".
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Yeah, I'm not quite as anxious for fame or success.
And my eye finds the girl in the plain quiet dress.
And I cling a bit longer to each warm caress.
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So I breathe a bit heavy when I climb a hill.
What of it? My life now is really much more fulfilled.
But they're tearin' down buildings that I watched 'em build.
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Autor(es): Shel Silverstein