A remark you made

Is coming back to me again

Sometimes the thing you said

Beckons

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And some friends

They leave a piece of them

With us

Along the way that stays

Even still

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And even still, the window

That o’er the sill the wind blows

We see a kite aloft

Afar held tight

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A remark you made

Is coming back to me again

Sometimes the thing you said

Reminds me of a long lost friend

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And a remark she made

Is coming back to me again

Sometimes the thing she said

Reminds me of a long lost friend

/

And a remark he made

Is coming back to me again

Sometimes the thing he said

Reminds me of a long lost friend

/

And a remark was made.