Silver threads among the gold
ëÞ Û¥, Georgia O'keeffe
1. Darling, I am growing old.
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Silver threads among the gold
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Shine upon my brow today.
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Life is fading fast away
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But my darling, you will be, will be
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Always young and fair to me,
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Yes, my darling you will be
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Always young and fair to me
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2. When your hair is silver-white
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And your cheek"s no longer bright
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With the roses of the May
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I will kiss your lips and say
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Oh, my darling, mine alone, alone,
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You have never older grown,
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Yes, my darling, mine alone,
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You have never older grown.
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3. Love can never more grow old,
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Locks may lose their brown and gold
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Cheeks may fade and hollow grow
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But the hearts that love will know
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But my darling, you will be, will be
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Always young and fair to me,
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Yes, my darling you will be
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Always young and fair to me
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