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In all my lives, I never knew anyone like you before. |
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Woke up one day, swore I heard the sound of heaven knocking on my door. |
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And after all these years long passing, |
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Time to reflect, no time for wasting. |
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Walking down the jasmine corridor. |
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Reflecting echoes of quiet laughter. |
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In all my life, I was never better served than I was served by you. |
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And in my way, hope you agree I tried to serve you too. |
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Out on the headland I stepped once unsteady. |
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You there to catch me , I breathe more freely. |
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Hand in mine down the jasmine corridor. |
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Through all my life, I chased flitting illusions at a faster pace. |
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Never stopped to think: the moment was for seizing, had myself to face. |
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You made my bed to lie in, stately. |
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Mad cats, grandchildren, here more often lately. |
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The final view from the jasmine corridor. |