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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.