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Thursday Song: “The Light in Her Eyes”

A little ode to long-lost-loves.

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If you see her say my name
Tell her I look the same
And if she does still play the game
Tell her I’m in

I can see her clearly so
Wonder where the time does go
Ask me what you want to know
Or where to begin?

In the end here I am
Where the memory lies
Like the wind in her hair
The light in her eyes

I can feel the morning air
Every time she is there
No one else could quite compare
So don’t even try

All the places she has gone
Burma, Saskatchewan
The Maldives and the Farallones
There, too, go I

In the end here I am
Where the memory lies
Like the wind in her hair
The light in her eyes

And I know I will forget
Everything will come to pass
And fade into the night
The light just can’t last

And if you’re worried take it slow
There’s only one place to go
And when you’ll get there, you don’t know
So just take your time

In the end here I am
Where the memory lies
Like the wind in her hair
The light in her eyes
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