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She placed The truth in an envelope
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I only write what I feel
And yes, in fact
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We seem somehow closer lately
And he seems calmer
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We spoke of our concerns She with hers
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She's so amazing And we're so proud
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He won't be sitting at your table this Christmas Or indeed any other.
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Two and two Were never going to make four
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I saw doubt in their eyes When they asked was he all right.
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Today, amongst the sea
Of black and grey
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Majestic in their black and gold They passionately played to the old
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Each and every day they came Like contestants
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Tumbledown cottages All in a row
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I can still see all your faces In yesterdays places
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There's much warmth in me
Theough it's not something
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She never knew In fact she scarcely
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She hesitantly spoke of her father And I spoke of mine
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She believed they were damaged Not neccesarily from birth
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They often laugh and smirk Behind their hands.
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She wore a hard shell
And had many a familiar
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She played too many roles
Roles that should never have been
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There isn't any difference
Between who or what I am
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A feast of confusion Followed by a desert of illusion.
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Often ignorance talks
And common sense
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She offered me a frown When in fact a smile
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Bitterness at the edges And crumbling window ledges.
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There were pieces of you
In traces of him
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Sweet memories
Of me and you
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It feels like twenty years ago Yet I'm strangely scared to say too much
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You don't speak to me anymore Instead you've placed me on ignore.
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Please don't feel sorry for me
For once, I walked along a corridoor
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There were pictures
Of me
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"I work with a funny man" she said
Almost out of the blue.
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You seemed better
Lat night
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