| A week went by, and then another
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| And not a word from you
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| I remember when a day would be unusual
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| I saw the spring become the summer
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| As the spring is wont to do And I began to find the boredom almost beautiful
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| Oh, I must admit I welcomed it As a month unfolded into a few
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| I thought of you now and then
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| I glimpsed you once but you were gone again
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| When the autumn turned to winter
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| As autumn ought to do
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| I thought Oh! |
| What if the sun never shone
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| And then you sprang to mind unbidden
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| When it didn’t
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| It might have been the music from next door
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| Reminded me I should have missed you more
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| A song I’ve heard a hundred times before
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| A year went by, and yet another
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| And not a word from you
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| I remember when a day would be unusual
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| But I bumped into your brother
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| In the supermarket queue
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| And he wondered if the feeling wasn’t mutual
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| Then, from in the wings, a neighbour sings
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| It might have been the music from next door
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| Reminded me I should have missed you more
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| A song I’ve heard a hundred times before |