Looking back few friends had webut I’ve got him and he’s got me.And when the golden minute comeswhen we no longer wake to smellthe river where the wild swans sailedthe orchard where the blossoms fell,we’ll smile a little thinkin’ of that.Me in my shirt-tails, him with his whiskersme and the cat.

Looking back few friends had webut I’ve got him and he’s got me.And when the golden minute comeswhen we no longer wake to smellthe river where the wild swans sailedthe orchard where the blossoms fell,we’ll smile a little thinkin’ of that.Me in my shirt-tails, him with his whiskersme and the cat.

– Rod McKuen –

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