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staring at an open fire |
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watching flames as they leap higher |
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I recall an old romance |
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I can almost smell the perfume |
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that she wore at our first dance |
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Staring at the burning embers |
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strange the things that one remembers |
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I can almost feel her cheek on mine |
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I can almost hear what she's saying |
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as I dance with my old valentine |
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I would swear I can hear |
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the music playing |
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sitting on a cozy pillow |
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poking ashes with a willow |
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stirs a spark of old desire |
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funny how the memories come rushing back |
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before an open fire |
