| Something in the air was stinging —
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| the day you came to meet me in Curie Park.
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| You came to tell me the sky was so blue.
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| That it was big and round — and it was calling to you.
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| You never knew a sky as blue as this could be — be so frightening.
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| And I knew it then — you would fly.
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| Light played upon your face — like lace —
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| it was time to kiss and say goodbye.
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| Our hearts would break — be folded in the ache of an early autumn.
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| Birds would alight from flight — singing, to light the opening skies of life
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| and make a sound like lovers crying.
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| And when you kissed me, you let a single tear
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| say the very thing you knew I couldn’t hear:
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| The truest love resigns itself to everything.
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| No matter how life pulls it apart, love makes another start again
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| Now when I think of that broken-hearted fall —
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| I’d give my all to have that moment to speak again
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| to thank you for chasing a bluer sky — and to kiss again — and say goodbye.
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| Moments live in forever once they live. |
| So we can give away our forever day.
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| And it’s no regret to say, «That was yesterday»
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| when we give away our forever day.
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| Time to say «goodbye» — and find what time can bring to love.
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| It’s time for me to try — to see what life is really of.
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| It’s time to say «goodbye». |