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eWell I'll be damned,
here comes Cyour ghost again,
but that's Gnot unusual.
Its just that Dthe moon is full
and you ehappened to call.
And ehere I sit,
hand on Cthe telephone,
I'm hearing Ga voice I'd known
a couple Dof light years ago,
heading straight efor a fall.

As I remember,
your eyes were bluer than robins' eggs.
My poetry was lousy you said.
Where are you calling from?
A booth in mid-west.
Ten years ago I bought you some cuff-links,
you bought me something,
we both know what memories can bring.
They bring diamonds and rust.

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,
the girl on the half-shell
could keep you unharmed.

Now hI see you standing with

brown leaves falling all around
aand snow in your hair.
Now hyou're smiling out

of the window of that crummy hotel
over aWashington square.
Our Cbreath comes out of white clouds
mingles and hangs Gin the air.
F_maj7Speaking strictly for me
we both could have died Gthen B₇and there.

Now your telling me
your not nostalgic,
then give me another word for it,
you who are so good with words
and keeping things vague.
'Cos I need some of that vagueness now,
its all come back too clearly.
Yes I loved you dearly
and if you're offering diamonds and rust.
I've already paid.