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Next (right)

Next (right)


Fire






The fire in me’s burning low


No more have I that youthful glow.


I used to walk with jaunty air


And all the men would stand and stare


But now alas they pass me by


It sometimes makes me want to cry.




But then I think “don’t be a goon


On this old fiddle there’s still a tune”


The fire within which once was bright


May still be there but not each night