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We play simple games
These days it's just simple
From Monopoly to Candy Land
And Scrabble, too
Stratego, Risk, you name it
We play simple games
We get older, and the games go away
She looks into the honest, fogged mirror
And she sees a person she’s proud of
She sees the deep lines stretched upon her forehead
Symbolizing the wisdom of her old age
She sees the dark circles hugging her eyes
1.)It starts with a smile
And nothing happens for a while
For he whispers the magic words
The magic words that will lead to more
2.)He holds your hand
Glad that he's yours to have
O dear rain when will you fall
And let me hear the
Echoes,
The echoes of your pitter patter,
The dancing of your clear crystal beauty;
Come back to this dry season
