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Nameless recall
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Like a book of poetry
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she was a work of art to me
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and I read inside her pages
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And in my memory
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turning back to chapter 3
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soothing words through bitter phases
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And I can¢¥t forget the days
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like an Oscar Wilde haze
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when she spoke to me in gorgeous phrases
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And I hold on to the nights
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when we read by fire¢¥s light
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and I studied her for ages
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I tried to reach her through my words
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but they fell unheard
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onto the pages
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So she didn¢¥t hear me speak
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and our bond was weak
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our ties are severed
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Ref.: Looking back today
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in my ring of love
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nameless racall
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A life gone by
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while passions die
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nameless recall
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Now the volume¢¥s on the shelf
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got a copy for myself
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and it¢¥s yellowed now and aging
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The binding may be cracked
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but the meaning is intact
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where is my happy ending
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Ref.: Looking back.......
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Nameless recall
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