Days In The Rain
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Days in the rain<br /> Down to Josephine's house for tea<br /> French toast and Elvis<br /> French kisses for a boy called me<br /> <br /> Scrumping apples in Harrow<br /> Throwing fallers at black Austin cars<br /> Lemon-ices at De La Mura's<br /> Plotting my life by the stars<br /> And I remember the scent of my father's Christmas cigar<br /> <br /> Traces of lives<br /> Like gold -dust in a museum of rooms<br /> In the corner the black and white television<br /> blinking like a prophet of doom<br /> And I remember my father falling like a stone from the moon<br /> <br /> It's all in the past<br /> It's all in the photographs<br /> It all looks familiar, but we don't know the places<br /> We know that we love them<br /> But we cannot put names to the faces<br /> Those faces -- those beautiful faces<br /> <br /> Days in the rain<br /> Bruises and powerful scars<br /> I swollowed a sixpence<br /> Someone said: " Who'd you think you are? "<br /> And I remember the scent of my father's Christmas cigar
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