The songs will remain,
written for the two of us,
each melody,
the early recordings,
those moments in song,
when we felt each other
fail and succeed.
When we knew love,
when we lost our way.
When I die,
I’ll know the same as I do
today in a dream,
everything stays the same,
my love will never change.
My only hope we might
hold each other again,
in a soft rain,
a fresh snow,
the heat of a sultry summer day,
when the bloom of spring is upon us all.
For it is only then I will know
the same travails I feel today,
always remain.
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