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It's that time of the month The month being the second one When hearts ache and bleed And old feelings are reckoned on Remember in the first grade The sheer number of valentine's Received from one's classmates Too young to know their own minds Romance is no answer And a candle can conquer dark And in England a valentine Is signed with a question mark They're saying guess who But also who knows Those ambivalent Brits Their soft lower lip shows... So on Valentine's Day This year I won't send you one Time's healing the wound Though the scar's still a nasty one I'll just send you a postcard Of a bridge we once crossed Somewhat singed, it still stands Even though out love's lost