Memories come and go
I am back there, lying in the bath. The violins sweeping and a piano softly playing.
The ordeal is over, but the real pain is just about to begin.
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Memories come and go
I am back there, lying in the bath. The violins sweeping and a piano softly playing.
The ordeal is over, but the real pain is just about to begin.
Read more