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Darling, I am growing old,-- Silver threads among the gold, Shine upon my brow today;-- Life is fading fast away; But, my darling, you will be Always young and fair to me, Yes! my darling, you will be-- Always young and fair to me.
Darling, I am growing old,-- Silver threads among the gold, Shine upon my brow today;-- Life is fading fast away; But, my darling, you will be Always young and fair to me, Yes! my darling, you will be-- Always young and fair to me.