I thought that we'd grow old together
I thought that you'd be here forever...........
The lines on the wall outlining stolen memories
I still don't have the heart to paint them out
The deafening silence echoes 'round marital ruins
Shadows dance in the bay's summer twilight
Blackpool trinkets representing unbridled simple joy
Collecting dust which suffocates naive memories..................................
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