The first 8 lines.
The changing of sunlight to moonlight
Reflections of my life, oh how they fill my eyes
The greetings of people in trouble
Reflections of my life, oh how they fill my mind
All my sorrow, sad tomorrow
Take me back to my old home
All my crying, feel I'm dying, dying
Take me back, to my old home
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