Every time I pull up to that coffee shop, Where I have meetings and see friends I always walk past the table where we first met From coffee cups to serenades on park tables I thought I was past it But
You remind me of art Like a biblical scene painted by Rembrandt, like Vision of Zacharias’ Or a powerful picture captured by Ansel Adams, like Bridalveil Fall Or a Frank Sinatra serenade, like The Way
There’s always been A space in the palm of my hand For your hand For your heart Even when we’re apart There’s a place In a home We both share Even when you’re not there Do you know? You’re my yellow D
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