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Each night I meant to say |
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I'd missed her through the day |
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But I'd forget it |
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I never said it |
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I passed the flower shop |
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Lord knows I meant to stop |
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But I'd say tomorrow |
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Perhaps tomorrow |
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Tomorrow there'd be time |
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There'd always be another spring |
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Time to make her laughter ring |
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Time to give her everything |
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Oh my Angelica, my Angelica |
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There's so much you never knew |
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So much I always meant to say |
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And do, for you, for you |
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Angelica |
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And then the cold winds came |
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And when I spoke her name |
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And felt her near me |
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She couldn't hear me |
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Her shadow had been cast |
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Too many springs had passed |
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For Angelica |
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Sweet Angelica |
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Now in my solitude |
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I tend the flowers that I buy |
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As they slowly fade and die |
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Watered by the tears I cry |
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For my Angelica, my Angelica |
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There's so much you never knew |
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So much I always meant to say |
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And do, for you, for you |
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Angelica |
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Angelica |
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Angelica |
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Angelica |
