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today you called
to tell me why
you acted strange
like you were shy
you said that things
had been so wild
you couldn't stop
that work was piled . . .
i said i'd guessed
a man had sent
those burgundy roses
and what he meant
i spoke of now
and why we live
and time is what
we take and give
we talked and laughed
and smiled and sighed
we wished and ached
we thought and tried
we said goodbye
and went our ways
missing nights
and missing days . . .

1981