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Sitting quietly on the lunchtime break
	in the room now empty of all
when quietly she does walk in
	and seeing her youth the memories begin

on the stage as auditions began
	as each of us tried out for one of the roles
and she was there and so was I
	the first time ever that we did meet

time together each learning are parts
	and time together when the rehearsals did end
of quiet walks and stops in the dark
	and quietly learning just who we were

we were so young together to be
	and others watching knew it should never be
I was not the one to grant her dreams
	and now I wonder if happy as she

time travels on and journeys I took
	many places and people did I see
and now I remember one I met
	and of the mysteries she did show me

together in darkness in places unknown
	she did guide me to places I knew do not
teaching of many things that might be
	in finding the places that I would not go

quietly I sit lost in memories
	watching her and wondering who she might be
wondering of her wants and of her dreams
	of just to and what might she be

so many have I known through the long years
	so many travels to places far and near
time spent together both long and short
	ending darkness when we drifted apart

memories fade and faces are lost
	names half remembered of each of them
of the places we went in all that we did
	when together long ago were we

now just an old man reminiscing am I
	gazing upon the young woman I see
as memories spring forth of all that I knew
	and I wonder of each of them

did they find love and have families
	children and grandchildren now do they have
and maybe faint fading memories
	thinking now and then remembering me

closing my eyes shaking my head
	setting aside the memories of them
wondering of the young woman I see
	and of the memories that one day she'll have
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