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an old picture
burned by time
travelled the ocean
to be seen by you
with the touch of your eyes
she's got retouched
fed by your soul
she's now alive
your eyes saw in her
what she's not
sad
the river isn't there
but there it is
the birds aren't there
but there they are
the picture's memory
a flash
a second
a moment
an old picture
burned by time
fed by your soul
she's now alive
and you're right
there's no place like home