Gabriel this is the last
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chapter of our correspondence
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i hope that after time goes past
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you can remember me with fondness
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and think as i am thinking now
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of all the pages that have seen us
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laid out an ending in between us
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and we can walk them like the ground
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i know my fate i do not mean to fight
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but you tread softly on the ground tonight
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tread softly on the words you used to write
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oh Gabriel i see you there
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that day i met you in the orchard
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and i was younger then i wore my hair
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in bows across my forehead
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soon they will twist it at the shoulder
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and fix the clasp against my neck
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and i do not think you would know her
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if you could see what they reflect
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I've seen my future in an evening dress
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all wrapped in tapestry and fur i guess
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remember me the way you knew me best
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oh Gabriel i have kept
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everything you sent me
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everything you put to paper but
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it's better to forget
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than fill your head with memories
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think that you will thank me later
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oh Gabriel i wish that i
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could pick you up and fold you like a ribbon
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I'd keep you always and in secret
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in the pockets of my clothes
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but this is how i live my life
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with all the parts that i was given
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this is the heart that i was given
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and what you're given can be sold
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i see my future in an evening dress
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and i've been walking to her step to step
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remember the way you knew me best
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i know my fate i do not mean to fight
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but you tread softly on the ground tonight
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tread softly on the words you used to write
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i know my fate i do not mean to fight
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but you tread softly on the ground tonight
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tread softly on the words you used to write
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Gabriel
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| Emmy the Great & Tim Wheeler |
