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It was the middle
of a January snowstorm
the winds were hailing
and we were sailing, sailing
The way you looked at me
was far more than
what was gentlemanly
and until then
I had you pegged
with mediocrity
With the sun
came the summer
and all the birds were listening
in the park
where you showed me your
true face
So here we sit
for a little bit
on this imaginary coastline
making catcalls at the water
rushing by
and all along I kept wondering
just who are you to
think you are the love
of my life
but you'd be right,
you'd be right