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[The Ferry ]
People come and go, the tide ebbs and flows
The sunrise is unchanged, the sunset as before
The crowds on the ferry slowly dwindling
The tickets in my hand grow less and less
Not like the wrinkles on my face
Which grow more and more
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[The Platform ]
The once bustling platform
At last returned to silence
After the last whistle
Has slowly faded into memory
Then you--go on down your road
While I--go on sleeping
Ｔhe Ferry People come and go, the tide ebbs and flows The sunrise is unchanged, the sunset as before The crowds on the ferry slowly dwindling The tickets in my hand grow less and less Not like the wrinkles on my face Which grow more and more.
The Platform The once bustling platform At last returned to silence After the last whistle Has slowly faded into memory Then you--go on down your road While I--go on sleeping.
