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Was it love or are they just musty memories? |
You wait for me so far away, like a pirate upon the sea, behind an old rusted lock double packed with memories. An old battered steamer trunk, heaved upon the splintered dock, double packed with memories, behind an old rusted lock. My emotions I keep tight my heart in hand I squeeze behind an old rusted lock, double packed with memories. I am ever the seafaring man, shipwrecked upon a rock double packed with memories, behind an old rusted lock. |