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Just a little nod from you, you or you, would really make my day, just a little glance, perchance, For you see, I’m getting old at last I am not here to stay I’ve had my summers and winters, the seasons all, My ups and downs, haven’t we all.
I don’t ask for riches, just a nod, a glance I’d even settle for a smile, perchance.
Please make my day, just a little, give way, Don’t shyly pass me by, nor ignore me, Why? For I‘m getting old at last it creeps on you suddenly. Dry away your trickle it’s not as bad as that, I’m just getting old and long for a smile or a chat Or even that nod or that little glance, Before I go to Heaven, Did I say Perchance
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