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the toys in the attic are old and worn they don't sing and dance these days the ghosts in the cradle are cold and torn and don't remember anyway you know i'd die for you, i'd even live i'd give you everything i have to give but it's so late, he said, no time to lose i can't do everything, it's time to choose she left before sunrise, i woke to find a half-mug of coffee, black and cold the sheets are all crumpled, the pillows warm and i'm half dead beneath the fold i'll tell you this, she said over the phone when i was next to you, i felt alone i think we need some time...you know it's true if i return some day, i'll come for you the last time he held her was long ago she belongs to someplace else but then when she wouldn't just let him go he was set beside himself i miss your voice, she said, and i miss your hands you bring the water to these desert lands and when she wrote him, she said push came to shove just goes to show, i guess...there's time for love From Letras Mania