I know, you will not recognize me
For it was ages ago
That for a day we said good-bye, and
For a lifetime each other lost;
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I wear my age upon my face now
And hunch under the weight of time,
But you are just as I recall:
As beautiful as spring in prime;
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My dreams like autumn leaves have fallen
Upon cold ground for all to tread,
While yours, it seems to me, have blossomed
Like flowers in a fresh bouquet;
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How you have lived I want to ask you
As in my hand I hold your hand,
And at this moment – turn back time, and
Stay by your side, which I once abandoned;
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Then, today would we walk together,
Laughing at our private jokes?
Would my world, you, be small but happy?
Would I for you be a good home?
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In vain I wonder, for my choices
I made a lifetime ago,
When for a day I said good-bye, and
Lost my beacon in an array of storms;
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They left me crazy and disfigured,
They tore my flesh and broke my heart;
I cannot even recognize me
When, swiftly as they come, the hurricanes are gone;
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You walk on by, and I’ll keep walking –
Must be, into another storm;
I wish you love, and light, and joy, and
In the lifetime to come
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I wish to ask you how you lived and
In my hand yours again to hold