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The Passing Years
Faded photos I still keep
Into the past I often creep
To recreate from what I see
The environment that moulded me
The way to school is underground
A new expressway can now be found
The friends I played with yesterday
No longer pass this way
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Chorus:
Highrise buildings I now see
Parking signs stare back at me
The city humming in my ears
Echoing the passing years.
The local theatre is no more
They've done away with the corner store
Traffic lights and petrol bowsers
Office blocks replacing houses
© Jim Low
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