| And the night that you left me Was the dawn of a warm, wonderful summer day
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| Promised roses and sunshine
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| Washing anger and heartaches away
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| So I opened the door, let the sun — in his grace —
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| Clear the dust all around
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| And in shimmery light I could see
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| All the trash and the waste on the ground
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| The picture of us Fell off the wall when you bashed the door
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| I changed the glass
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| Hung it up once more
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| I remember a time
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| When a kiss could heal the world’s disdain
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| I’ll miss the bliss we had, I’ll miss the pain
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| So long, my love
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| So long, my love
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| The porcelain vase you broke in a fight
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| I found every shard and I fixed it quite right
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| Then I saw the windows
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| Misty with spite that I threw
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| All the years, now and then
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| Over things I don’t even know
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| And I see I was wrong
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| And I’m willing to gather those tears
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| That I cried and I wash the dead panes
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| Till again they are bright
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| So you see I am sorry and it wasn’t all right
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| A last twist with the broom, crossways the room
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| Then I looked at my work and here’s what I saw
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| It’s the room that we shared
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| For so long; |
| all the good, all the bad time’s in here
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| Though you left with half of it There is still enough memory to bear
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| But I burnished and furnished
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| Mend what was broken, repaired furniture
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| I arranged everything perfectly
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| My last gift to the treasure we are
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| It’s the key with your name
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| I wear on a string by my heart
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| When I know it is there
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| We’re not so far apart
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| I remember a time
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| When a kiss could heal the world’s disdain
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| I’ll miss the bliss we had, I’ll miss the pain
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| So long, my love
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| It’s the key with your name
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| I wear on a string by my heart
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| When I know it is there
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| We’re not so far apart.
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| I have to leave, lock the room for it was not meant to be But I hope one day you’ll visit it with me So long, my love |