| Now there’s a wind blowin' leaves
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| Along the empty street
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| Down by the place on the corner
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| Where we used to meet
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| Two people too proud to give
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| Afraid of what the heart demands, two of a kind
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| We made up our minds to live
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| Without the ties that bind
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| Each to each
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| No surrender
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| Out of reach
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| Where not one tender sound was heard
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| Not a cry or a whisper
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| No farewell, nothing spoken
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| Silence fell while hearts were broken
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| No one stirred
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| Was it love?
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| Did we ever know the meaning of the word?
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| Now there’s a moon rising
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| In the cold and distant skies
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| And I can feel it shining down
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| Like a lover’s eyes
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| Don’t know where you are tonight
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| Or how to tell the things we say
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| From what we mean
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| Or why we could never cross the distance in between
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| Each to each
|
| No surrender
|
| Out of reach
|
| Where not one tender sound was heard
|
| Not a cry or a whisper
|
| No farewell
|
| Nothing spoken
|
| Silence fell while hearts were broken
|
| No one stirred
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| Was it love?
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| Did we ever know the meaning of the word?
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| Don’t know where you are tonight
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| Or how to tell the things we say
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| From what we mean
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| Or why we could never cross the distance in between |