Empty now…this bench we knew,
The time and place when we were young.
So long ago…those memories,
Of love and youth and having fun.
Wrinkled faces passing by,
Oh if they could see.
Warm summer days of long ago,
The days of you and me.
So true you were…my friend for years,
Always standing near.
What will I do when you are gone,
And we shall talk no more.
Stay with me…a little while,
Before you go away.
Let me taste the wine again,
My youth of yesterday.
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