An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,Yep. I am back in Cardiff.
still young enough to feel emotional about the future whenever I hear a saxophone playing after my third martini
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,Yep. I am back in Cardiff.
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