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...With your finger curling, lead me through your door Locks are turning, lovely ill adore you Lady, with silver earrings And perfume, still hanging around The bed spread shapes us With patterns worn and worn I kept your ring, dear, right next to your drawer Eight months, three weeks, darling, since you’ve been gone And as you sleep I speak a sound that no one will here, that no one will know Eight months, three weeks darling, Since your body let go (so let go) Happy anniversary