Years from now
When I'm old and I'm gray and I'm tired
When I'm wrinkly and worn and rundown
When my skin looks like leather and my face is in constant frown
Years from now when we're old
And senile in our chairs
Will you hold my hand and promise to love me
Or will you disappear to thin air?
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