sunday morning, altona
reflections of what used to be | ghost figures on empty streets | a past we remember and have yet to mourn | to build new from the rubble of normal - me, no title
i've been loving you a long time | down all the years, down all the days | and i've cried for all your troubles | smiled at your funny little ways - shane mcgowan, rainy night in soho

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