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When we met I thought you were silly
Younger than me
The boy from my school who pestered me on my way home
When we passed in the halls I thought nothing of you
And the way you looked at me
When we entered the hall that night at the wedding
And you were there I thought, there’s a familiar face
Of a boy I don’t know
Then you asked me to dance and then the facts about you
And me changed, and our lives became linked
And through letters, stamp after stamp,
We made a family and a life
With which we could be satisfied
Comfortable, pleased with what we had achieved
A legacy made from a terpsichorean moment and some words scrawled
On a page
When we met I thought you were silly
Younger than me
The boy from my school who pestered me on my way home
When we passed in the halls I thought nothing of you
And the way you looked at me
When we entered the hall that night at the wedding
And you were there I thought, there’s a familiar face
Of a boy I don’t know
Then you asked me to dance and then the facts about you
And me changed, and our lives became linked
And through letters, stamp after stamp,
We made a family and a life
With which we could be satisfied
Comfortable, pleased with what we had achieved
A legacy made from a terpsichorean moment and some words scrawled
On a page
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