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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