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Crown of leaves, high in the window on a gold morning |
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Young today, old as a railroad tomorrow |
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Days are just drops in the river to be lost always |
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Only you, only you, you know |
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Years ago, birds of a feather would arrive nightly |
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Gone you know, held to another like clutched ivy |
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On the shore, speak to the ocean and receive silence |
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Only you, only you, you know |
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You hesitate, so my memory fades |
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I'll hold to the first one |
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"I wouldn't turn to another," you say |
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On the long night we've made |
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Let it go |
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Only you, only you, you know |
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Only you, only you, you know |
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You hesitate, so my memory fades |
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I'll hold to the first one |
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"I wouldn't turn to another," you say |
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On the long night we've made |
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Let it go |
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Let it go |
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Speak to me slow, my dear |
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No ghost, of course, in here |
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Pleased to be lonesome, quiet and clear |
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All is alone in here |
