Let those old days tremble in a candle flame
A silver? Watch the past from the frame again
A kindness, a kind word maybe
Is that yellow?? Your picture comes to life again
Oh where is it, oh where is it
It was delicate and loving like a poem? that time passing
Oh I burn, I burn, oh my heart bleeds
This is a give up? or
A longing that I feel every morning as the sun rises
I hope the day never fades from my window
A kindness and a kind word may be on the wall
That will turn yellow?? Your painting would come to life again
A hyacinth rain would fall on the pavements
And a shrill woman's voice would moan for a while

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