| 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 that’s haunting me
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| In some quiet nook
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| I go through its pages
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| And peruse this ageless tale
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| Of the 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 we found we 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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| My little brown book
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| I inscribed your heart vows
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| But since we’re apart
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| Now 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 |