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i don’t get many things right the first time
In fact, i am told that a lot
Now i know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was i before the day
That i first saw your lovely face?
Now i see it everyday
And i know
That i am
I am
I am
The luckiest
What if i’d been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe i’d be outside as you passed on your bike
Would i know?
And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that i recognize
And i know
That i am
I am
I am
The luckiest
I love you more than i have ever found a way to say to you
Next door there’s an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away
I’m sorry, i know that’s a strange way to tell you that i know we belong
That i know
That i am
I am
I am
The luckiest
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