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images of loving
Your initials on the singles  That you chose to leave behind  Sit in my collection  They get played from time to time  Left to remind me of something I'd forgot  The images of loving before I lost the plot  What was love to us  Just sensation  What was love to us  The invitation  To sit on my bed stand by a tree  What were we feeling  What was love to us    The stagecoach would get held up  On a Sunday afternoon  We're dozing by the TV  On a sofa with no room  No room to lay out flat with her there by my side  One eye on her movements one eye on Rawhide   I just wasn't made for these times  Spun around my record deck  How green was my valley  How blue the eyes that wept  Looking back I don't think that I really cared  This was my first lesson with nothing to compare