And oh, when I’m old and wise
Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday, in the mist of time
When they asked me if I knew you
I’d smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes
Oh, when I’m old and wise
– Alan Parsons Project
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