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Old Friends/Bookends
by Simon & Garfunkel



Old friends
Old friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
And lands on the round toes
Of the high shoes of the
Old friends

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

Can you imagine us years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy

Old friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear

Time it was and what a time it was
It was, a time of innocence
A time of confidences
Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They're all that's left you.
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Lyrics submitted by Donnie.