| We were children when I met you
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| There between the autumn trees
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| You consumed me and I let you
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| Burn me in the fallen leaves
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| A thousand winters each more serious
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| Separated earth and sky
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| The blood was angry, blood was furious
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| But the heart cannot recall just why
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| The quill won’t recognize the paper
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| The piano doesn’t know its keys
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| The stars are old and can’t remember
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| What it’s like to map the seas
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| And when I look at you I tremble
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| But damned if I know who you are
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| A ghostly haze of sweet November
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| Lost and senile as the stars
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| And here in this forgetting room
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| The rising sun’s a setting moon
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| And all the world fits in our hands
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| And this forgetting room
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| Goes to sleep; |
| we’re entombed
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| By no high command
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| There’s nothing more to understand
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| But in all the happenstance of nature
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| The cruelty without a name
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| A random number generator
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| Is still a function all the same
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| So even if the sky is broken
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| Idiotic, blind with age
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| I will hold you and keep hoping
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| There’s a script to guide the stage
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| And it goes on and on
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| Here in this forgetting room
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| The rising sun’s a setting moon
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| And all the world fits in our hands
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| And this forgetting room
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| Goes to sleep; |
| we’re entombed
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| By no high command
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| There’s nothing more to understand
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| And if that’s how it has to happen
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| If that’s the way it’s gotta be
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| Then I submit against all reason
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| A small request for you and me
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| Make the universe forget us
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| In some old dusty catacomb
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| Nameless, numberless, and breathless
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| Let our closeness be our home
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| First we’d forget why there was fire
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| Then forget why there was love
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| And I forget what’s next cause I
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| Forget what I was thinking of—right!
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| We were children when I met you
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| Carried in the careless breeze
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| Now if you leave me, I would let you
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| But what’s the use of memories?
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| When now is all your eyes can see
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| When I forget the melody |