Growing old Pastel green and dusty brown sun-bleached deck chairs wear a frown frank exchanges round the town long-fought fights that wear you down The girls grow old and cut their hair long walks succumb to a comfy chair it's always truth in truth or dare spring takes so long to reach the air Every story is an ending every grassy reed unbending every fence in need of mending every sorry face is pending
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