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i found you in the bookstore

the night your father died

i said you can't be spending time in the quiet like you do

but you wouldn't meet my eyes

he's gone on

we go on

he stood outside her door all day 

he had flowers in his hands

he knew he was nothing without his love

he cried diane, diane, diane

she's gone on

we go on

one more day in the city

one more day 'fore i go

you can stand outside my door all day

but we both knew i would go

one more day in the heat dear

before i seek out the snow

don't look for me in the winter

by then i'll be someone you don't know

i go on

we go on