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You think you′ve got it made, my friend
But, oh, the kick is brief
And suddenly you're shattered
By the budding of a leaf
You must not fail to see it
All the wonder of the thing
It′s a miracle that hits you
Not just another spring
That year in Oakland High
When I was 17
The grass from there to San Jose
Was high and cool and green
I see it now
Too brash and young was I
To know what time could mean
The old acacia
Long cut down was felt but never seen
I see it now
That world I knew is lost to me
Loves have come and gone
The years go racing by
I live as best as I can
And all at once
I know it means the making of a man
I see it now
I see it now
I see it now
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Writer(s): William Engvick, Alec Wilder Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
