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He picked her up some flowers on a Sunday afternoon |
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They sat out on the porch swing underneath the crescent moon |
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A lifetime seemed to pass, staring at the skies |
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And on the swing he gave her the ring, there were tears in her eyes |
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I said, "I pray, I'm not alone in my dreams about forever |
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That you and I could become one and always be together |
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We'd grow old and wise through all the days for worse or for better |
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And I'll be true beside of you, even now more than ever" |
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And my time flies, but we'll fly farther |
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Into the night where the eyes of loneliness can never bother |
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All our dreams of together, uneclipsed by never, never |
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My time flies, it's in your eyes but we'll fly farther |
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Fifty years have ridden off into the sunset |
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And the tears that we have cried have over-flown |
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And here we are, counting scars, wounds of life's unending upset |
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You're with me and I'm with you and I will never forget |
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And my time flies, but we'll fly farther |
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Into the night where the eyes of loneliness can never bother |
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All our dreams of together, uneclipsed by never, never |
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My time flies, it's in your eyes but we'll fly farther |
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He picked her up some flowers on a Sunday afternoon |
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He rode the Greyhound bus past the house they used to swoon |
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He knelt beside the grave, hung his head, a teardrop fell |
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And on the stone an epitaph shown, the words he knew so well |
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And my time flies, but we'll fly farther |
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Into the night where the eyes of loneliness can never bother |
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All our dreams of together, uneclipsed by never, never |
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My time flies, it's in your eyes but we'll fly farther |
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My time flies, but we'll fly farther |
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Into the night where the eyes of loneliness can never bother |
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All our dreams of together, uneclipsed by never, never |
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My time flies, it's in your eyes but we'll fly farther |
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We'll fly farther |
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We'll fly farther |