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So much time, and so little to do
I furnish my mind with pictures of you
Fading portraits, peculiar name
Replaced by your face in a big golden frame
Take me inside you
There I will find you
Quietly sleeping
Water is seeping
Down from the skies and
Into your eyes and
Into the secret garden
The icon hangs alone on the wall
Her sweet mouth is saying nothing at all
Golden fragments of moment in time
Tarnished with guilt for an innocent time.

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