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[00:00.96]I stretch my hands,
[00:06.25]clutch vacant laughter
[00:14.75]in silence and sweet, sweet pain;
[00:19.91]without demand,
[00:24.96]but with a longing
[00:31.60]for what will never come again.
[00:38.79]I smell your perfume
[00:43.96]on the sheets in the morning:
[00:50.58]it lingers like the patterns
[00:52.57]on the window after rain,
[00:58.62]a past that lives,
[01:03.92]if only for the present,
[01:09.07]but which is gone and will never come again.
[01:19.36]To your sad eyes,
[01:20.54]turned away, mine say
[01:23.76]"Do you? Did you? How?"
[01:29.11]As the darkness
[01:30.46]slides away the day
[01:33.88]shows what was
[01:35.36]and makes what is now.
[01:40.25]I see your picture
[01:45.33]as though it were a mirror
[01:50.54]but there's no part of you
[01:54.30]outside the frame
[01:59.58]except the change that you gave to me:
[02:09.94]this will never come again.
[02:19.19]I am me,
[02:23.63]I was so before you,
[02:30.48]but afterwards I am not the same.
[02:37.22]You are gone
[02:41.96]and I am with you:
[02:51.05]this will never come again.
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