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Out Of Date
Strange
how things change,
for me it's still the past
still the old days - remember those?
Strange
how those days feel right,
nobody knows now, do they?
These young people with their young clothes.
Out of date.
We're out of date - did you know that?
You and I
are out of date.
Strange
How right and wrong change - don't you think?
Remember when dark was light?
Remember when good was bad?
How today feels so sad.
Out of date.
We're out of date - did you know that?
You and I
are out of date.
But we still have each other
and as we change
we will caress the past together
and our grave will trap the zeitgeist,
be eternal, like Mary Shelley's,
and we will last
forever.
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