.I'm as thin as the wind in November, just when it starts to blow cold.So I'll raise my glass to remember.I'll make my empty toast.I said here's to the future that came and went. Here's to the past the days well spent.Here's to the melodies and here's to the harmonies that will never show their faces.
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