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We took the Oiler into the Persian Gulf
When "The Red Gazearound Butterfly" came
I had time, yeah I had time
Oh, I had time to think of us two
I can see the pattern I can see the colour
Of love & disgrace & honour
I just needed to make you proud some day
Before you finally went away
This is the letter I never wrote you
This is the letter you never wrote me too, oooh
When the winter comes do you still not feel the cold
Or are you getting old, old
Iґm not on the accusing end of the line
Iґm just reminiscing time, reminiscing time
Reminiscing time, reminiscing time
I held you like a hero inside of me
Didnґt matter what anyone said I just couldnґt see
You didnґt fight for me like I fought for you
& as years went by we fell through
This is the letter I never wrote you
This is the letter you never wrote me too, oooh
When the winter comes do you still not feel the cold
Or are you getting old, old
Iґm not on the accusing end of the line
Iґm just reminiscing time, reminiscing time
Reminiscing time, reminiscing time
When I look in the mirror I can see your eyes
I see them when Iґm low & when Iґm high
But the strength Iґve got I made on my own
Still I see your eyes in my son
This is the letter I never wrote you
This is the letter you never wrote me too, oooh
When the winter comes do you still not feel the cold
Or are you getting old, old
Iґm not on the accusing end of the line
Iґm just reminiscing time, reminiscing time
Reminiscing time, reminiscing time
So if youґre feeling down thinking youґve done wrong
& you want all those years to come back along
Donґt... donґt... donґt... donґt