Where have I been?
What did I miss?
How did I get from there
To this?
Love’s sweet sorrow
Was mine every day.
When did you arrive
And send sorrow away?
You were my friend
We talked a lot
You seemed to know
What I thought.
I began to feel
Closer than a friend
And I was right
In the end.
You took my hand
And smiled at me,
Now, love is here
And always will be
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