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I'll be damned, here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual, it's just that the moon is full
And you happen to call
And here I sit, hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I know, a couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes were bluer than provinces
My poetry was lousy, you say
Where were you calling from?
A booth in the Midwest
Ten years ago I bought you some cupcakes
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
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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
Yes, the girl on the half shell
Could keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing with brown leaves
Falling all around and snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
That crummy hotel over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
And mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
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Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You were so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Cause I need some of that vagueness
Now it's all come back too clearly
Yes, I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
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