Paper dolls, painted in blue and gray
Sleeping where the shadows play
Where the nighttime meets the day
Strange lady prays in a chapel
With an old dark door
Wondering if what she came here for
Was in all her yesterdays
No time for photographs
No time for the past
No time for the laughs
Cold mother begs
From a painter in an empty street
For something she can warm her feet
Least to stop the crying child
Sad actress preys on a waiter
In cheap cafe
Hoping she can end that day
With a warmth that lovers feel
Lady Di, took more than a moving car
To steal your breath away
Take your hand from the steering wheel
No time for photographs
No time for the laughs
No time for the past
No time . . .
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