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• Artiste: Sutton Foster
• Titre: Old Friends / Bookends
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Old friends Old friends Sat on their park bench like bookends The newspaper blown through the grass The newspaper falls on the round toes Of the high shoes Of the old friends Old friends Winter companions The old men Winter companions The old men Lost in their overcoats Waiting for the sun The sounds of the city Sifting through trees Settle like dust On the shoulders Of the old friends Can you imagine us Years from today Sharing a park bench quietly? How terribly strange To be seventy Old friends Old friends Memory brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fears Time it was And what a time it was It was... Time it was And what a time it was It was... A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago, it must be Long ago I have a photograph Preserve your memories Preserve your memories Preserve these memories They're all that's left you