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Last evening, I turned by the pages of time. |
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And tore out the chapters when you were mine. |
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I attempted to cut out the memories of you. |
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And paste in some new ones, far better an' true. |
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True. |
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I searched through the chapters, referring to hearts, |
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for the one with the caption: "Till death do us part." |
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I ripped at each letter an' I tore at each word. |
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I screamed at your memory an' nobody heard. |
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Nobody heard. |
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But your memory's determined, and chances are few, |
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Of my ever finding a replacement for you. |
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It depserately clings to the floor of my mind, |
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And fights for its place in the pages of time. |
