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The lynx, he was my lover
So many years ago
Like a cat born in the wild
He longed for freedom so
I'm not sure where he is now
But I had to let him go

Golden skin sweet as brown sugar
Haunting eyes that pierced my soul
Soft curls down to his shoulders
In silk and denim clothed
Used to make love in the forest
But I had to let him go

He loved to play the guitar
Fingers moving fast, then slow
He'd sing to me for hours
With a smiling face that glowed
We'd fall asleep amid the flowers
But I had to let him go
We'd fall asleep amid the flowers
But I had to let him go
Woo-ohooh, woo-ohooh
I had to let him go...

Even when in quiet moments
In the library or corridors
With his heart on passion bent
He'd read me tales of love and warriors
And all he wanted me to know
But I had to let him go

At times as gentle as a kitten
Head on my lap or 'gainst my chest
He'd just curl up and rest there
I think that's how I loved him best
I used to stroke him head to toe
But I had to let him go

He loved to play the guitar
Fingers moving fast, then slow
He'd sing to me for hours
With a smiling face that glowed
We'd fall asleep amid the flowers
But I had to let him go
We'd fall asleep amid the flowers
But I had to let him go
Woo-ohooh, woo-ohooh
I had to let him go...

So lithe, and so forlorn
Kept all his pain inside him
Swear I never saw him mourn
If he missed me once I left
I'll probably never know
But I had to let him go
I had to let him go
I had to let him go...