Left the same
Till they finally came
You said they can't tell
The mark on their panes
(They'd been through
Seen the God from you?)
And taken it all but
Vinyl you used to play
And still you can see
And still you recall
Somewhere they'll find your things on your walls
And all you can see
And all will appear
I found your photographing reduced to clear
You don't mind, you said, it was fine
If only they'd taken tiles and the blinds
Still you knew they had (got from you?)
Before you can send it through it at all, you're news
But still you can see
And still you recall
Somewhere they'll find your things on the walls
And all you can see
And all will appear
I found your photographing reduced to clear
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