Will I ever see like I saw before?
Will I ever see like I saw before?
I flip through the pictures of myself
Like shadows on the wall
But I don't want to pin her down
She has a face I don't recall
Will I ever hear what I heard before
Without having to strain
I'm hearing echoes of laughter from somewhere far away
I hear laughter from somebody else
Somebody else's porch
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