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You stood nearby the chair I chose to sit and cry on

settle back

and hope to die on

Now

I hang my head just as

I hung the picture of our perfect days

behind my eyes

it stares me right between the lines

our days were numbered

tragically we're gone

before we even tasted

life

beyond the salt upon our lips

a photo never lies

it begs to be the truth

we made it play the craven role

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we're standing in for me and you.