.Last Friday night down at the diner>
Booth in back, they sat alone
Holding hands like two young lovers
Her hair was gray and his was gone.
She said to him I'm getting older>
A pretty girl, no more to be
Heaven knows I'm not a treasure
He softly said, you are to me.
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