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I recall how we lived |
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On the corner of a bed |
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And we'd speak of a Swedish room |
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Of Hessian and wood |
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And we'd talk with our eyes |
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Of the sweetness in our lives |
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And tomorrow's of rich surprise |
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Some things we could do |
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In our madness |
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We burnt one hundred days |
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Time takes time to pass |
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And I still hold some ashes to me |
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An occasional dream |
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And we'd sleep, oh, so close |
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But not really close our eyes |
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'Tween the sheets of summer bathed in blue |
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Gently weeping nights |
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It was long, long ago, long ago |
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And I still can't touch your name |
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For the days of fate were strong for you |
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Danced you far from me |
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In my madness |
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I see your face in mine |
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I keep a photograph |
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It burns my wall with time |
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Time, an occasional dream of mine |
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An occasional dream of mine |
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An occasional dream of mine |