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Simon And Garfunkel Old Friends

scenery, she read her magazine And the moon rose over an open field "Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping I'm empty and aching and

And the animals will love it if you do Monkeys stand for honesty Giraffes are insincere And the elephants are kindly but they're dumb Orangutans are skeptical Of changes in their cages And

bench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old

carry your cup in your hand And look around Leaves are brown now And the sky is a hazy shade of winter Oh hang on to your hopes, my friend That's an

Many?s the time I?ve been mistaken And many times confused Yes, and I've often felt forsaken And certainly misused Oh, but I?m alright, I?m alright,

bench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old

Traducere: Simon şi Garfunkel. Prieteni vechi.

Traducere: Simon şi Garfunkel. Prieteni vechi.

Traducere: Simon şi Garfunkel. Prieteni vechi.