Well there will be times When the memories fade There will be words we've said We just can't take away I'm only saying That as time goes sailing on Nothing is forgotten baby Nothing is really gone I remember the nights in Estoril A kiss and oh the never ending thrill And I remember the coming storm Oh and you my ove, how you kept me warm Well there will be times When we can't agree We can't help but see things A little differantly I'm only saying That as time goes sailing on How can something so right Ever be wrong I remember the nights in Estoril A kiss and oh the never ending thrill And I remember the coming storm Oh and you my love, how you kept me warm Your hand reaching out to me Dark clouds gathering in their wake I've seen it all before But I've never felt it more This time there is no mistake Oh I remember
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