The point at which you looked at me. Has always being part of my brain. Now my mind is in a whirl. And it seems. I am not the same. My dear and special friend. There's never a point at which we ever loved. I'm in mine and mine is fine. I'm wrapped up in shining days. Blackbirds in summer time. They find a low (?). I end up being you. My dear and special friend. There's never a point at which we ever loved. The point at which I looked at you. Has always being part of my brain. Now my mind is in a whirl. And it seems. I am not the same. My dear and special friend. There's never a point at which we ever loved