| You know I really can’t recall the details
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| It’s horrific how the memory fails
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| As it fades into a blow, I forget just how things were
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| My mind’s become a wanderer
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| But wasn’t there a smile once so remarkable
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| That’s it’s still on fire in my book of dreams
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| That pile of memories, all of you
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| But when I saw it then through
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| Why do I never find a clue
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| To why that kissing smile withdrew
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| Wasn’t there a moment where I knew?
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| Wasn’t there a time when life was beautiful?
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| Like a pantomime
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| When actors move sublimely sure of what they do
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| And my regrets are through
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| But there’s one mystery I still pursue
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| When life was beautiful and blue
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| Wasn’t there a moment?
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| I can’t recall the moment
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| But wasn’t there a moment
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| When you loved me too? |