I'm on a champagne high

spring turned to summer but then winter turned to mean.
the distance seemed right at the time, it was best to leave
and to leave behind what I once thought was fine and so real - to me.


for the million hours that we were,
well I'll smile and remember it all, then I'll turn and go
while your story's completed mine is a long way from done.


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