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My name was in your book of rhymes
You kept it there for better times
Our songs entertwined
Like the morning glory vines
That climbed your front porch rail
The autumn leaves were in your hair
’Neath turquoise skies all things were fair
Our hearts were laid bare
And we tasted the air
And we’d swear we couldn’t fail
But I’ve cried your tears
They burned my face
And I’ve lived your years
Without a place
Should I find forgiveness for my crimes
I’d live my life in your book of rhymes
A paper rose clutched in your hand
You begged me then to understand
All that we planned
Was drawn in the sand
Demands have blurred the lines
But I’ve cried your tears
They burned my face
And I’ve lived your years
Without a place
Should I find forgiveness for my crimes
I'd live my life in your book of rhymes
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