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When the time begins to fray,
And the leaves turn red and gold
Take a walk down the sunlit lane
In a town you have once known.

You will have no thoughts, but a few,
And that light through the linden boughs,
That is lost to all, but you
In a town you have once known.

Life is but a bucket of paint
Every shade from black to gold.
Take a walk down the sunlit lane,
Have no fear of growing old.

Do you hear calypso playing
And the wind is gently blowing?
As you walk down the fading lane
In a town you have once known.