[00:08.06]There is just one apple on the tree
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[00:13.54]It isn't like I'd hoped it'd be
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[00:16.85]Yesterday when there was still you
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[00:20.77]I looked, and I swear that I saw two
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[00:25.46]Maybe a wandering white tail deer
[00:29.18]Came in the night to make it even more clear
[00:33.26]And left me just one, a Spartan no less
[00:37.30]To remind me of my new loneliness
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[00:49.41]Now there is just one oar leaning against the wall
[00:53.45]
[00:54.03]What of our plans for paddles in the fall
[00:57.92]With the reeds grown high in a winding maze
[01:02.05]We were to follow old waterways
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[01:06.71]Maybe a hovering dragonfly
[01:10.37]Will rest on a cattail and wonder why
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[01:14.59]There is no clamoring at the shore
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[01:18.58]Of two in a canoe with each an oar
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[02:07.83]Now there is just one pillow on the bed
[02:12.34]Where a solitary someone lays her head
[02:16.62]A stack of books meant to be read aloud
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[02:20.85]Closed and dusty awaiting a crowd
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[02:29.61]Maybe a spider in a high corner
[02:33.28]Keeps his tiny eye on the still mourner
[02:37.10]And waits for the other to slip under the cover
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[02:41.56]And relight the dark candle lit between lovers
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