You are fading away in pieces and parts
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Like old china and glass, in fragments and shards
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Moment by moment, a day at a time
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By the side of the road, in the dark of the night
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You are leaving me here like the seasons will do
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Leaving nothing behind but I know it was you
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That walked where I walk now, that stood where I stand
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Some phantom performing a strange sleight of hand
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And the places I see are returning once more
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To the places I knew them to be long before
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They merged with your laugh
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They locked with your eyes
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I have almost regained them,
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Along with my stride
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You are turning to nothing like ash off a fire
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As it rises and floats up higher and higher
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As the flame slowly dies and the fire turns cold
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Like the color of sky the higher you go
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And the world that I see is returning once more
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To the world that I knew it be long before
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It had merged with your laugh
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It had locked with your eyes
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I've been letting it go, with all my goodbyes
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You are blurring like memory and falling like dust
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On old wedding bouquets, the roses and rust
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On the wheel, on the mantle,
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In the quiet of day
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You are vanishing slowly
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You are fading away
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Fading Away
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Mary Chapin Carpenter |