You know when there were coniferous trees all around us?
You know when it was foggy and we couldn't see the mountains -
When Andre sang under a steam clock that chimed Westminster Quarters (and then Operator was not about winter anymore) -
When bartenders and patrons spoke in one voice -
When we hugged under a low ceiling -
When mornings were mornings and breathing was easy --
It wasn't too long ago. Let's go back there.
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