when times get hard
on the ford of River Wey
and then you can hear
the songs we sang
once a long time ago.
We're gone now
distant and cold, on shingles
and broken glass
like the night we trod on them
drunk, fresh from the bar.
We no longer exist;
we're just you and me
and where you are
I won't know any more
but be you here
or there
remember to stay
as sweet as you were
so that I
can remember you
like the way you were
the day we said goodbye.
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