| Crown of leaves, high in the window on a cold 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 fade, I’ll hold to the first one
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| I wouldn’t turn to another you say, on the long night we’ve made
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| Let it go 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 fade, I’ll hold to the first one
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| I wouldn’t turn to another you say, on the long night we’ve made
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| Let it go 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 |