Yes it was there
Was it water
Was it wine
Was it yours
Or was it mine?
Well we were there
The bread was spare
I took nothing
But your time
I am a thief of that at least
Time robbery was my crime
pieces of a life
That we'd been through
I kept the chunks
That belonged to me and you
Now it is washed
In deepest blue
It could've been me
But it was always you
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