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When her fingers brush my skin                                                                                                                                                                                                                         When the night falls over all,                                                             Of everything that's been                                                                                                                                                               And everything we were    And cannot be again




In the future, there will be a day

without a night that I think of you


Some distant afternoon in a bookstore   

I will not look up, expecting to see you standing there


Past became present and I forget so much

I am sure the time is coming I won't remember your face


Ten years ago

I knew there would be days, without a night thinking of you 

I was sure it would have happened by now 






I still love you (now and then) - 
Josh Ritter

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