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This Time Last Week This time last week I was sitting in this room. We sat together and we listened to this tune. The golden tears that cloudless night were only stars of firelight. This time last week every pain was far away. I want to go back to that ordinary day. This time last week everything was different. I didn't notice what a normal evening meant. No worried thoughts. No sleepless nights. No emptiness, or warning lights. This time last week there was nothing ever wrong. We sat together and we listened to this song. |