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The stores were closed, the weekend shows were over

Autumn came to city streets

We walked through museum rooms of paintings

I knew we’d never want to leave

We went home by the lakeshore roads

I fell asleep along the way

Wondered just what she was to me

Was this worth anything today

I am the angel

Apart from everything she knows

I am the anchor

And no one has to show me

There was so much left to question

Our impressions often wrong

Or is this all imagination —

We belong all alone now, after all

I am the angel

If you might run away right now

I am the anchor

Let me fall…

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