| I think of love as an infinite river
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| Timelessly flowing
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| Endlessly strange
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| Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
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| Love is eternal
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| Though the faces sometimes change
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| Yesterday is a saffron yellow
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| The warmth of summer
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| The smell of apple
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| The soft guitar in the wedding chapel
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| That echoes through
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| Today explodes in a bright magenta
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| Alive and full like a perfect flower
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| That holds the seed of the passing hour
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| Which brings us to
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| Tomorrow is an ice cream sandwich
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| Just waiting on a silver tray
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| I love them all and I love forever
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| Yesterday, tomorrow, and
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| Today is here with a fierce conviction
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| The fiery eyes with a hint of sorrow
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| I’ll think of them when I see tomorrow
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| And today turns into
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| Yesterday, I remember fondly
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| Though things went stale and pale and played-out
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| The good will linger
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| The bad will fade-out
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| When I remember
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| Tomorrow you may ask me «Why?»
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| «Well, no one wants to die,» I’ll say
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| I love them all and I love forever
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| Yesterday, tomorrow and today
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| Paulina…
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| Iván, I’ve told you…
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| Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah… |
| We both know this can’t happen.
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| Blah blah blah blah blah blah…
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| So do I, but still, it’s not…
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| Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah… blah…
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| What time is the plane?
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| The book of love has many pages
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| My filofax has only three
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| But give me your home number, darling
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| I’ll call you when a slot is free
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| And someday soon we will meet discreetly
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| You’ll take my hand and you’ll ask me sweetly
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| «Is love eternal?»
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| I’ll say «Completely!
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| Yes, today
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| Yes, tomorrow and
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| Yes, yes, yes, yes, yesterday!" |