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When you come backThe sun illuminates the kitchen wall
your picture hangs at last in sunshine you can map the time that's gone after all when you know the shadows change as slow as mine when you come back oh I know I will remain the same old fool that held it all pent up and when you see me oh you will not touch my reins for you the plain I roam is not yours enough the snowdrops were the last to see you go my lifeline cut I fell to dark conclusions then I knew that you were right after all but the brown leaves won't turn green however you push them when you come back… call it design or fate or none of the above she summers through my winter every day and your picture still a jigsaw piece to touch the shadows getting longer anyway when you come back oh I know I will remain the same old fool that held it all pent up and when you see me oh you will not touch my reins for you the plain I roam is not yours enough |