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In photographs
I've seen her laugh
Man, oh my lord
Sun on her back
Summer was here
I remember it well
How she stood in the shade
How we both kissed and fell
How can this be ?
There's nothing left here
How can this be ?
There's nothing left here
So sad I, so sad I
Now she talks in her sleep
Says, "I've never known peace"
And I don't know her now
She's a stranger to me
How can this be ?
There's nothing left here
How can this be ?
There's nothing left here
So sad I, so sad I
You were never more than a dream
Brief as summer or spring
Sweeter than anything
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