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Days of old are gone, They now turn to gold. Sealed behind gates, I can only stand on the other side and watch. The room filled with smoke, I light my first cigarette, my friend holds fire for me. We stand on a hill at dawn , we dream away as smoke whirls into the air. This gold melts, and my head turns bold. Our songs are played and our future unfolds, Uncaring, we take whatever road, how young.