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The silver at your temples tells the truth,
The little lines around your mouth are proof.
The years just deepen what I always knew,
They teach me how to keep on loving you.
Our laugh lines tell a story you can read,
The silver in your hair has spread a bit.
I watch the way we move with softer speed,
And where the years have touched, we haven't quit.
We used to climb the hill without a care,
The morning sun would catch us in its glare.
Now we just walk the garden side by side,
And slow the clock with every gentle stride.
The silver at your temples tells the truth,
The little lines around your mouth are proof.
And every change just makes me want to stay,
Because I love the one I see today.
The silver at your temples tells the truth,
The little lines around your mouth are proof.
The years just deepen what I always knew,
They teach me how to keep on loving you.
We used to climb the hill without a care,
The morning sun would catch us in its glare.
Now we just walk the garden side by side,
And slow the clock with every gentle stride.
The silver at your temples tells the truth,
The little lines around your mouth are proof.
And every change just makes me want to stay,
Because I love the one I see today.
The silver at your temples tells the truth,
The little lines around your mouth are proof.
The years just deepen what I always knew,
They teach me how to keep on loving you.
