I climbed up a mountain, and looked off the edge
At all of the lives that I never have led
There's one where I stayed with you across the sea
I wonder do you still think of me
I carry your image always in my head
Folded and yellowed and torn at the edge
And I've looked upon it for so many years
Slowly I am loosing your face
You're caught in my head like a thorn on a vine
To forever torment me and I wonder why
Do I wish I'd never known you at all
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