| Roses outside the window screen
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| A breeze that lingers in the blinds
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| A song and a prayer to slow the time
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| A couple of chairs pulled in a line
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| He remembers to breathe and then forgets
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| He says, come on, we let him rest
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| Into the golden afternoon
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| Much too long and over soon
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| This is the moment that lovers part
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| He tries to take her but he cannot
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| The long years ending with a sign
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| And all the anguish, all that time
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| It may have been love that held them fast
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| Or want of love that made it last
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| Our long arms hanging at our sides
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| All that time, all that time
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| Wasn’t it love that made him cry?
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| And love that seemed to pass him by
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| The voices raised, the voices kind
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| And then the silence, for all that time
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| This is the ending we will take
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| For one another, for always
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| A well of tears, a wall of pride
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| And all our love, for all that time |