Sweet Irene, I’ve a few things to say before I leave
I don’t know why
Nor do I care about
How or when or why
We met
But we met for a reason
And now I have to go
Now sure why or how I know
But the time has come
Though we met just hours ago
Yes, I know
It seems like a lifetime ago
Perhaps it was some time ago
Some time ago that’s passed
Or is today the day
Dear Irene, when I close my eyes I dream
Not sure why I dream
But I know what I dream about
I dream about you
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