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67 Love Songs


Have you been to places that time forgot
Have you seen those faces lost in thought
Have you seen yourself in a mirror lately
Are you the same woman that I knew once, 
or is it the one that I lost?
 
 Do you, when you close your  eyes, 
see those phantoms from our past?
Of all the faces that flicker on the screen
Is there some that of me reminds?

This road has some travel left
And these journeys are often long,
One day when all this is done
You and I will sit along
And for every year of your neglect
My dear, you will sing me a song.

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