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Until Now Stop plying me with champagne. I only recall the pain of displeasing. Where were you when I was young, wishing on a star? See how far we've grown since I was twenty-two. I was in love as we sat at a piano, playing a piece for two. I've held that memory of you. It was all I had, awaiting the final decree. There was never time for you and me. . . until now.