Old Story (1/3)
There was an old man
Has a shiny young heart
He used to live alone
"Lonely" this is a fact
This man met with the girl
At merry beautiful beaches
She was the lovely pearl
That his heart ever reaches
Two beautiful eyes calling
Two beautiful lips smiling
His heart started falling
In love with his own darling
Do you think it was a dream
For a man reached that old
To open his heart again
To believe in: "Old is Gold"
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