She stares into the mirror, youth fading with the sun.
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The hollows in her face like wishing wells.
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Scarlet as a paper-cut, and jewelled as the Orion,
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She'd never worn that jewellery as a girl.
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She says 'the only thing I've ever found
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That's greater than it always sounds.
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Is love.'
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He stares into the river, heart falling to the dri"
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An argument of cars moving full steam behind.
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Blood-shoot as a baby, and sulking like a valley
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Fishing in reflections, killing time.
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He says 'the only thing I've ever found
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That's greater than it always sounds
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Is love.'
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It's the bath that's getting cold
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While you're frozen to your bed,
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The milk that's going rancid on the table.
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The panic in the evening,
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The photos in the dustbin,
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The pointless items we forgot to label.
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It's the perfume on her wrists
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That stinks of easy Birthdays,
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The spare keys like asbestos on the side.
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It's the cross around his neck,
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For luck and not for honour,
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Like diamond over knuckle
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On a newly married bride.
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She says 'the only thing I've ever found
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That's greater than it always sounds.
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Is love.'
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He says 'the only thing I've ever found
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That's greater than it always sounds
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Is love.'
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And I know the only thing I've ever found,
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That's greater than it always sounds.
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Is love.
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Is Love
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White Lies |