| «You've loved me exquisitely.»
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| «I tried to.»
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| «Can we be best of friends now?»
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| «I never lied to you.»
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| «And can I love you forever?»
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| «Sure,» she said and smiled
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| «But will you?»
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| I wish there was some new way
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| To sing about a full moon
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| Poured down on us like a thousand rivers
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| In Stephanie’s room
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| And you said you’d remember always
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| The shadows on the hills below us
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| But will you?
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| You never once tried to sell me
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| A bill of goods I wouldn’t buy
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| But I’m seasoned and I know a pirate
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| By the devil in his eye
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| And the only thing you ever stole from me
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| Was laughter and some love I made
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| To fill you
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| White snow in the morning
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| Kind of frightened me
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| But you’d go sailing anyway
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| Things are different at sea
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| You know I’ll never try and change your habit
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| As sure as you know if your ship sinks
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| It’ll kill you
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| And all the lovely ladies who came before me
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| Are very much the same
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| As the others soon to follow
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| In your merry little game
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| I guess I just want to be remembered
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| Especially and frequently
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| Like Stephanie
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| Five red tail hawks are circling
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| Above us in the sky
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| You said they’d bring good luck
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| And then you said goodbye
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| You smiled and said, «I'll see you
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| Sooner than you think.»
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| But will you? |