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The summer had inhaled |
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And held its breath too long. |
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The winter looked the same, |
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As if it had never gone, |
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And through an open window, |
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Where no curtain hung, |
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I saw you, I saw you, |
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Coming back to me. |
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One begins to read between |
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The pages of a look. |
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The sound of sleepy music, |
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And suddenly, you're hooked. |
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I saw you, I saw you, |
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Coming back to me. |
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You came to stay and live my way, |
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Scatter my love like leaves in the wind. |
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You always say that you won't go away, |
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But I know what it always has been, |
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It always has been. |
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A transparent dream |
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Beneath an occasional sigh... |
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Most of the time, |
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I just let it go by. |
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Now I wish it hadn't begun. |
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I saw you, I saw you, |
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Coming back to me. |
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Strolling the hill, |
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Overlooking the shore, |
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I realize I've been here before. |
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The shadow in the mist |
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Could have been anyone-- |
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I saw you, I saw you, |
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Coming back to me. |
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Small things like reasons |
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Are put in a jar. |
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Whatever happened to wishes, |
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Wished on a star? |
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Was it just something |
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That I made up for fun? |
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I saw you, I saw you, |
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Coming back to me. |
