my old flame, my wife,
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poor ghost old love
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my old flame, my wife,
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one day in june, I drove by our old house in maine
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everything changed for the best
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how quivering and fierce we were
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simmering like birds
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with our videos and records
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our old house
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everything’s changed
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bleached out and aired, ikea-d and swept bare,
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poor ghost, old love,
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speak with your old voice
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of flaming insight
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that kept us awake at night
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in one bed and apart, my old wife
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my old flame
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My Old Flame
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| John Vanderslice |
