We decided to give the lift a miss
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Took the tube station stairs
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Outside darkness was falling
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We soon turned down a quiet side street
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And in no time were kicking
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Through autumn leaves on the edge of the Heath
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Half an hour later we were looking on
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The sight of London lit up we'd happened upon
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The lights, the time of day, the time of year
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For me conspired to give rise to
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A moment breathtaking in its beauty
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And I had a sense that she was moved too
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I don't know how she feels about me now
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Where a silence has fallen has she ever found
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That she is thinking she'd like to slip
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Her hand in mine as in another time
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Or she is thinking she'd like our lips
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To meet as they would do in former days
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Has she never thought along those lines at all?
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Nothing along those lines at all
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Nothing along those lines at all
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Nothing along those lines at all
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At all
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When later she said how she was glad
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She'd finally found the proper Heath
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I thought how, a little more than three years before
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All over it we'd walked
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And wondered if she'd forgot then
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If I maybe was meant to speak up
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Feeling puzzled I just kept quiet
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I made no mention of before
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I made no mention of before
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I made no mention of before
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I made no mention of before
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A London Story
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Trembling Blue Stars |