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Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon was full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
I'm hearing a voice I know
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember,
Your eyes were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the mid-west
Ten years ago
I bought you some cuff-links
You bought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
You burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
The girl on the half-shell
Could keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing with brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out of the window of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out of white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You were so good with words
And keeping things vague
'Coz I need some of that vagueness now
It's all coming back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering diamonds and rust
I've already paid
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