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The Night Moved on
I went to a bar
To have a rest again
I saw him then
A smiling old man
Came rushing in
He sat down close to me
And soon I could see
He's older than it seemes to me
And the night moved on and I got no sleep
His furrowed face
Told a story of life
His restless eyes
Kept his face alive
His face alive
His tanned skin did not tell of his age
I could see
He's older than it seemed to me
He left the bar
Then he spoke to me
And I was captured
'cause now I could see
His way of life
He said little girl you'd better
Do what you want
Your life is too short to waste time
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