| In a long and involved conversation with myself
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| I saw precious things come into view
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| And I poured through the files taken off my mental shelf
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| I dusted off some memories of you
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| Then I thought about the times when all the fair was green
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| How the phoenix of our love, first flapped it’s silver wings
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| All the urgency and passion of each new day as it happened
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| And how it all mellowed as it grew
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| I remember the times that our laughter would explode
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| And how you would turn to hide your smile
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| And then the hours of silence while the perfumed candle glowed
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| And both of us meandered on for miles
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| I remember the time I said, I really had to go
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| I remember the tears that filled your eyes
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| Then I touched your hand and told you that it really was a lie
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| And though you never knew it dear, I cried
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| Well it’s amazing how time can so softly change your ways
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| And make you look at things that can’t be seen
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| And how the years that roll by can start you listening
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| Not just to what they say, but what they mean
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| So forgive me my dear if I seem preoccupied
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| And if the razor edge of youth filled love is gone
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| But we’re both a little older, our relationship has grown
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| Not just in how it’s shaped, but how it’s shown
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| So forgive me my dear if I seem preoccupied
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| And if the razor edge of youth filled love is gone
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| But we’re both a little older and our relationship has grown
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| Not just in how it’s shaped, but how it’s shown |