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An image from a long long time ago
Is haunting me
It plays itself with picture perfect clairty
-Forever twenty three-
For only me to see
I watch it like a movie
The details so consume me
What's real will surface when it's gone
(And then it's gone)
By now you've heard the news
What is there left to do?
I watch it like a movie
The details so consume me
What's real will surface when it's gone
(And then it's gone)
Your face looks so familar
Unwashed and quite peculiar
No I can't say that I recall
I guess it's gone
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