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Well, I’ll be damned Here comes your ghost again But that’s not unusual It’s just that the moon is full And you happened to call And here I sit Hand on the telephone Hearing a voice I’d known A couple of light years ago Heading straight for a fall As I remember your eyes Were bluer than robin’s eggs My poetry was lousy you said Where are you calling from? A booth in the Midwest Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks You brought me something We both know what memories can bring They bring diamonds and rust Well, you burst on the scene, already a legend The unwashed phenomenon The original vagabond You strayed into my arms And there you stayed Temporarily lost at sea The Madonna was yours for free Yes, the girl on the half-shell Could keep you unharmed Now I see you standing with brown leaves falling around And snow in your hair Now you’re smiling out the window of that crummy hotel Over Washington Square Our breath comes out white clouds Mingles and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and there Now you’re telling me you’re not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague ’Cause I need some of that vagueness now It’s all come back too clearly Yes, I once loved you dearly And if you’re offering me diamonds and rust I’ve already paid
