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> Yesterday When I Was Young
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> Charles Aznavour
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> Yesterday when I was young
> The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue
> I teased at life as if it were a foolish game
> The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame
> The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
> I always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand
> I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
> And only now I see how the years ran away
> Yesterday when I was young
> So many drinking songs were waiting to be sung
> So many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
> And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see
> I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out
> I never stopped to think what life was all about
> And every conversation I can now recall
> Concerned itself with me, me and nothing else at all
> Yesterday the moon was blue
> And every crazy day brought something new to do
> I used my magic age as if it were a wand
> And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond
> The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
> And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died
> The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
> And only I am left on stage to end the play
> There are so many songs in me that won't be sung
> I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
> The time has come for me to pay for yesterday when I was young
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