On a dusty shelf
Or in a drawer
Or a box on the attic floor
There is a picture
Of the two of us in love
But time has turned an ugly corner
More than once
So now we shine with gray hairs
And wrinkled brows
Across the lying years
Remembering a time
When we were the sun
And when there was no such thing
As tears
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