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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Mon Mar 02, 2009 4:59 am
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It was long ago
<br />A youthful yesterday
<br />In the shadow of a fan
<br />Sweeping me off the floor
<br />Around and around
<br />A top with no bottom
<br />All fallen
<br />All gone
<br />
<br />...and then
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<br />Her finger
<br />On my parted lips
<br />Hushing away the crowd
<br />Stifling the music
<br />Her hand
<br />My hand
<br />No one else
<br />No where else
<br />
<br />...but with her
<br />
<br />It was long ago
<br />But well remembered
<br />A night full of fire
<br />Taking our leave
<br />Taking our secrets
<br />Taking all but our time
<br />No looking back
<br />No regrets
<br />
<br />...and none still
<br />
<br />She called today
<br />All is fine
<br />Her children growing
<br />Her husband loving
<br />We talked for an hour
<br />All is fine
<br />My kids are growing
<br />My husband loving
<br />
<br />...and we share secrets,
<br /> still.
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