...but until then, listening to The Voice (aka Barbra Streisand) sing this classic from Feinstein Michael will have to suffice.
Where do you start?
How do you separate the present from the past?
How do you deal with all the thing you thought would last
That didn't last?
With bits of memories scattered here and there
I look around and don't know where to start.
Where do you start?
Do you allow yourself a little time to cry?
Or do you close your eyes & kiss it all goodbye?
I guess you try.
And though I don't know where & don't know when
I'll find myself in love again
I promise there will always be
A little place no one will see
A tiny part within my heart
That stays in love
With you
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