some are the melody and some are the beat
sooner all later they all will be gone
why don't they just stay young
it's so hard to get old without a cause
i don't want to perish like a fleeing horse
youth's like diamonds
and diamonds are forever
so many adventures couldn't happen today
so many songs we forgot to play
so many dreams swinging out from the blue
we let them come true
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