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SUNDAY MORNING
Woke up Sunday morning, stranger in my bed
Realised, surprised
Woke up Sunday morning, dead
A passing, (an) elusive trace
A desire, that won't be satisfied
So much (that) I wanted to say, sadly left unsaid
But regret is for the living
Woke up Sunday morning, dead
Simple pleasures, a certain smile, a thoughtful touch
Sensation fades, a fragment of recollection
No whisper of resent, no anxious reflection
Lament is for the living
Woke up Sunday morning, dead
Thoughts of you consume the moment
As colour shades to sepia
Images excised of guilty memory
Remorse is for the living
Woke up Sunday morning, dead
Woke up Sunday morning
Woke up Sunday morning
Woke up Sunday morning
Sunday morning, dead
Woke up Sunday morning
Sunday morning, dead
Sunday morning, and the thought of you
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Initial iPosting 13/12/2015
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