I found this photograph
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underneath the broken picture glass
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Tender face of black and white
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Beautiful, a haunting sight
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Looked into an angel's smile
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captivated all the while
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From the hair and clothes she wore
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I'd place her in between the wars
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Was she willing when she sat
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and posed the pretty photograph?
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Save her flowering and fair
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the days to come, the days to share
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A big smile for the camera
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how did she know?
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the moment could be lost forever
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forever more
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I found this photograph
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stashed between the old joist walls
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in a place where time is lost
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lost behind, where all things fall
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Broken books and calendars
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letters script in careful hand
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music too, a standard tune by
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some forgotten big brass band
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From the threshhold what's to see
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of our brave new century?
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The television's just a dream
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the radio, the silver screen
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A big smile for the camera
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how did she know?
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the moment could be lost forever
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forever more
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Was her childhood filled with rhymes
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stolen hooks, impassioned crimes?
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Was she innocent or blind
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to the cruelty of her time?
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Was she fearful in her day
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was she hopeful, did she pray?
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Were there skeletons inside
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family secrets, sworn to hide?
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Did she feel the heat that stirs
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the fall from grace of wayward girls?
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Was she tempted to pretend
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the love and laughter, 'til the end?
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Photograph
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| 10000 Maniacs |
