40 years
40 years behind me, 40 years ahead.
Each year the leaves of my life-tree
fall quietly one by one.
What have I to show for 40 years?
White hair, wrinkled face and grey colored glasses.
Each year the leaves of my life-tree
fall quietly one by one.
What have I to show for 40 years?
White hair, wrinkled face and grey colored glasses.
Labels: the fatman speaks
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