(S. Silverstein)
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And I remember her on the streets of New York City
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As I walked the night needing some place warm to go
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As she passed I said "Hey there's snowflakes on your lashes"
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And she laughed and said, "That isn't snow"
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She said, "they're feathers from a pillow God is shaking in the sky"
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And she opened smiling lips to catch a snowflake blowing by
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And we both began to laugh and then I looked into her eyes
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And it was warm again
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But
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I never got to know her very well
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All we did was spend a little time
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You're waiting for a story but there's really none to tell
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She's just a passing shadow on my mind
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But I remember her as we woke up warm together
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In her sunlit room, and she said, "I'll help you pack"
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And she sewed my shirt and I said, "I'll stay forever"
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But she laughed and put some cookies in my sack
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And she said "Leave a trail of cookie crumbs as you walk through the snow
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And someday I'll follow after and I'll find you where you go"
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And I left her in her doorway but why I'll never know
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But I was younger then
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So
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I never got to know her very well
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All we did was spend a little time
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You're waiting for a story but there's really none to tell
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She's just a passing shadow on my mind
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Oh you're waiting for a story but there's really none to tell
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(c) 1996 Tro Essex Music
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I Never Got To Know Her
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| Dr. Hook & the Medicine Show |
