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That year in oakland high When I was seventeen 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 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
