Staring at an open fire

Watching flames as they leap higher

I recall an old romance

I can almost smell the perfume

That she wore at our first dance

Staring at the burning embers

Strange the things that one remembers

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I can almost feel her cheek on mine

I can almost hear what she's saying

As I dance with my old valentine

I would swear I can hear

The music playing

Sitting on a cozy pillow

Poking ashes with a willow

Stirs a spark of old desire

Funny how the memories come rushing back

Before an open fire