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My little brown book |
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With the silver binding |
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How it keeps reminding me |
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Of a memory |
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That's haunting me. |
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In some quiet nook |
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I go thru its pages |
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And peruse this ageless tale |
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Of a love that failed |
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To ever become true. |
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On this page is the date |
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Of that fateful night at eight |
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When I found you were no longer in love. |
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After that there's nothing more |
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Just a dark and futile door |
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That shuts out the stars above. |
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In my little book |
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I inscribed your heart vow |
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But since we're apart now |
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This and that last sweet kiss |
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Is all that's left of you |
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Is all that's left of you. |
