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So much time, and so little to do I furnish my mind with pictures of =you Fading portraits, peculiar name Replaced by your face in a big golden =frame Take me inside you - There I will find you Quietly sleeping; Water is =seeping Down from the skies and Into your eyes and Into the secret garden The icon hangs alone on the wall; Her sweet mouth is saying nothing at =all Golden fragments of moments in time Tarnished with guilt for an =innocent time
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