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Karen decided to leave in the spring, said she no longer believed anything
That I told her, or promised, or even most of what she saw.
Maybe it should, but I have to admit,
Her leaving did not surprise me a bit.
I’m just surprised that she managed to say goodbye at all.
The fault was all mine, this much I do know. That much is clear, I must confess.
I never wanted love more than then. I never tried any less.
I can see now it was destined to fail. She was the wind and I was the sail.
And the wind was so much that I couldn’t keep up …
When the wind blows, if you’re ready, that’s great.
But if you’re not you get left at the gate.
Often the lessons you learn are too late
The fault was all mine, this much I do know. That much is clear, I must confess.
I never wanted love more than then. I never tried any less.
Karen was gone, so too was the wind. Left to imagine just what might have been.
And my imagination wasn’t up to the task.
When the wind blows, if you’re ready, that’s great.
But if you’re not you get left at the gate.
Often the lessons you learn are too late
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