In photographs
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I've seen him laugh
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Hand overboard
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Sun on his back
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Summer was here
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I remember it well
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How he stood in the shade
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How we both kissed and fail
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How can this be
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There's nothing left here
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How can this be
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There's nothing left here
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So sad our, so sad our
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So sad our, so sad our
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So sad our, so sad our
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Our memory, hey
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Now he talks in his sleep
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Says I've never known peace
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And I don't know him now
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He's a stranger to me
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How can this be
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There's nothing left here
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How can this be
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There's nothing left here
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We were never more than a dream
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Brief as summer or spring
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Sweeter than anything
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Sweeter than anything
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| Polly Jean Harvey |
