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 inI 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 eyesI can feel the morning air
Every time she is there
No one else could quite compare
So don’t even tryAll the places she has gone
Burma, Saskatchewan
The Maldives and the Farallones
There, too, go IIn the end here I am
Where the memory lies
Like the wind in her hair
The light in her eyesAnd I know I will forget
Everything will come to pass
And fade into the night
The light just can’t lastAnd 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 timeIn the end here I am
Where the memory lies
Like the wind in her hair
The light in her eyes
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