| Face next to mine in the mirror
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| Love for an hour’s history
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| Only one, just begun
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| Trying to keep from sleeping
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| Live in the soft memory
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| Inly one, just begun
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| Says in the tune where there’s plenty
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| Gold for a life’s treasury
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| Only two, what to do
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| Searched in the moon, found the answers
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| Sold to the next mystery
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| Only two, what to do
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| Get back on the track, singing
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| Thirty shows, change of clothes, face in rows, glowing
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| Ties torn, shadows born, stormy
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| Match away, less to say, gone astray, time to pay —
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| Then there’s just empty rooms again
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| Swept streets
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| Clean sun sheets
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| Face next to mine in the darkness
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| Row down the river with me
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| Ships that pass, never last
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| Trying to keep from waking
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| Know how the lives used to be
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| Ships that pass never last
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| Get back on the track, singing
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| Thirty shows, change of clothes, face in rows, glowing
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| Ties torn, shadows born, stormy
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| Match away, less to say, time to pay, gone astray —
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| Then there’s just autumn rooms again
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| Swept streets
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| Clean sun sheets |