Some of them are changing day to day   Some of them flicker then they fade   Some of them are triggered off by any crazy thing      Some of them are all that's left   Some of them are just dead regrets   Some of them are shining out through everything I see      Some of them   Some of them   Some of them      Some of them are brittle, some are sad   Some of them are aching, some are glad   Some of them are gone so long they're hard to recognise      Stand close to the long parade   Watch them passing by in their million ways   Walk on through the evergreens   Pass from scene to scene through all these yesterdays      Some of them are friends just as they were   Some of them are gentle, some can fret   Some of them are crowding closer every passing year      Some of them live in photographs   Some of them still give me a laugh   Some of them I've out-absorbed (?) as they're changing me      Some of them   Some of them   Some of them