Sunday night in the pew

Turn in your hymnals

To page 242

That’s the night when

I fell for you

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Light rain autumn squall

Big things start small

Drops turn to puddles

Soft winds tickle treetops

I fell when leaves fall

Perhaps you still love me after all

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Paths cross at times imperfect

Tables turn in ways uncertain

Wish or want what cannot be

The delicate dance of duets

Rifts a gentle refrain

As we waltz in my memory