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1984
She dreamed of Bruce Springsteen at night
But woke to a screen with no sound, no light
Time rolled on like a runaway train
She stood at the station, lost in the rain
The records were scratched, the cassettes were gone
A photo without a frame lingered on
Between Madonna and love that lied
She watched her idols get paperfied
Now it’s just longing for things that missed
Youth trapped in ...
Tuesday 1st July 2025 5:27 am
In Chains Of Faded Flowers
You're gone but it was good
You had to put up with a lot
My moods and wanderings
A child dying alone in his cot
Carnations bring you back
Our shady garden bowers
You dangle from my heart
In chains of faded flowers
High up on Ilkley Moor
Laid in fields of heather
Laughing we made love
Never mind the weather
His birth was not easy
For you might h...
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