They both wrote poetry
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In fact, that was how they met
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He was a Yorkshire man in Cambridge
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She was from Massachusetts
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They spoke and they fell in love
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They kissed and picked daffodils
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She came across the ocean
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Just to bid her heart goodbye
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The hawk next to his goddess
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They were glorious to see
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Back when Ted loved Sylvia
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Close friends disapproved
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Said they ought to wait
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They did not care with all that said
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And married nonetheless
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They traveled and they taught
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A life of academia
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Typewriters and cocktails
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Angry verses and sad pleas
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Dutiful wife and mother
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The poet behind her man
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Back when Ted loved Sylvia
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The tempests that were howling
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And tearing them apart
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Were forces that had been in place
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To wreck them from the start
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So she stayed home with the kids
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Collecting poems in a jar
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He had his lectures and soon a mistress
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And left her all alone
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Why did she end it all?
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Was he just to blame?
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There's only two that know for sure
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And neither one remain
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I don't need an answer
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I prefer to read between the lines
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Back when Ted loved Sylvia
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Back when Ted loved Sylvia
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Back When Ted Loved Sylvia
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Nanci Griffith |