[Ah, there it is again. The Balladeer shifts, straightening from where he'd half-slouched against one wall of the little booth.]
It well may be That we will lose it all some day Before this show ends, So let me say before we part -
[And he has to pause for a moment to gather the words. This isn't anybody else's song.]
So much of me Is made of what I learned from you You'll be with me, Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way your stories end It's almost like I had my own In being your friend...
Like a ship blown from its mooring By a wind off the sea Like a seed dropped by a skybird In a distant wood Who can say if I've been changed for the better? But because I knew you, Because I knew you I have been changed for good.
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It well may be
That we will lose it all some day
Before this show ends,
So let me say before we part -
[And he has to pause for a moment to gather the words. This isn't anybody else's song.]
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me,
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way your stories end
It's almost like I had my own
In being your friend...
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you,
Because I knew you
I have been changed for good.