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My
youth
is
slipping,
my
youth
is
slipping
away.
Safe
in
monotony,
so
safe,
day
after
day.
Count
your
blessings.
Cold
wind
blows
off
the
lake
and
I
know
for
sure
that
it's
too
late.
Count
your
blessings
on
one
hand.
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