ŠPaul Simon, released on Bookends (Simon and Garfunkel) 1968
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Old friends, old friends,
Sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
of the high shoes of the old friends
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Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
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Can you imagine us years from today,
Sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy
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Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears
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