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How have you been
In the shape you were in
I’m suprised that you got where you’re going
Who would believe
What a date you would be
If I knew I’d have thought about knowing
And in between now and the last time we met
I’d open the door if I met you again
And I swear that we’d be better/fair ever friends
From here until 10 miles from nowhere
What is that there
In your brown paper box
I can see that you kept all the memories we’d lost
I’d sworn it was you
Who was destined and gone
To the pressure of past undertakings
Had I had known that it might have been me
I might have returned a letter or three
Or gave you a call from the sanctuary
