Where I climb a hill in a dark garden
And see a light there
That neither of us will obscure
Where maybe I hear a Spanish guitar
And see your feet kick up paisley breezes
As you dance some kind of tango
Where you’ve never been so
Pervasively happy so suddenly there
Before my brow my confused eyes
Where a storm breaks over us
And blame falls like rain
As we turn to leave
Where you say O isn’t it enough to
smile
When we part isn’t it
How we become a legend my dear
Where you say haven’t we
Held that light up
Long enough
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