Текст песни FACE OF YESTERDAY

The lonely street eclipsed the sun
Until the sculptor had begun
To etch and mold a dream
Which soon became a passing game
A sad forgotten scene
A face of yesterday

The builder laid his base of sand
And stretched his willing gentle hand
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He had depended on
Which fell like rain and snow
A face of yesterday

The man of music wrote a score
For several instruments or more
When they played together
Then they found disharmony
A cluttered symphony
A face of yesterday