sitting in our chairs at the edge of the pond
feeling the light soften each year that goes by
sipping lagavulin in bell-shaped glasses
today i found this great blue hunched in the wind
and i felt my own back bowed up against change...
although what we have is all that you longed for
i try to tell you but no words will come out
if love marked as true can never be undone
then all that i need is this moment i hold
and all that you need is the silence i keep
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