Staring at an open fire
Watching flames as they leap higher
I recall an old romance
I can almost smell the perfume
That she wore at our first dance
Staring at the burning embers
Strange the things that one remembers
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I can almost feel her cheek on mine
I can almost hear what she's saying
As I dance with my old valentine
I would swear I can hear
The music playing
Sitting on a cozy pillow
Poking ashes with a willow
Stirs a spark of old desire
Funny how the memories come rushing back
Before an open fire
Watching flames as they leap higher
I recall an old romance
I can almost smell the perfume
That she wore at our first dance
Staring at the burning embers
Strange the things that one remembers
?????????????
????????????
I can almost feel her cheek on mine
I can almost hear what she's saying
As I dance with my old valentine
I would swear I can hear
The music playing
Sitting on a cozy pillow
Poking ashes with a willow
Stirs a spark of old desire
Funny how the memories come rushing back
Before an open fire
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