I think back to the time when I wouldn’t drink wine

And they taught me right and wrong and black and white

Like death and the grave, some things never change

And I'll never let it rest until I die



The fine art of friendship

Meaning of love

Understanding

Growing old



I want to love someone special 'till death do us part

To have one and need no other

Sometimes I cry stumbling through my youth

'Cause I've loved so much, yet so little



The fine art of friendship

Meaning of love

Understanding

Growing old

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I think back to the time when I wouldn’t drink wine

And they taught me right and wrong and black and white

Like death and the grave, she never changed

I'll never let it rest until I die