i grow old... i grow old...
i shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled

shall i part my hair behind? do I dare to eat a peach?
i shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach


oh, do not ask, “what is it?”
let us go and make our visit

and take it to heart, and read it again and again and again, and take it to heart

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