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The dried out river filled with weeds
Where children hide among the reeds
And old folk resting in the shade
Watch the games they once played
On park benches poor men sleep
In three coats despite the heat
And while they dreamt of better days
I made these sketches of Spain
Graffiti sprayed on white washed walls
Greets me as the church bell tolls
And on the highway stray dogs roam
They follow me on my way home
Dead jellyfish along the shore
La Manga and the Mar Menor
And in the shade where alley cats stay
I made these sketches of Spain
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Standing there as the crisp night air
Drifts off the river into Heron Square
I hold you still, so close until
The sunrise climbs upon Richmond hillside
These places won’t let you or me forget
Where once there was love, now nothing's left
You turn to go away so slow
As heaven opens on Paradise Road
These memories I keep so soft and sweet
The first time you kissed me on Red Lion Street
These places won’t let you or me forget
Where once there was love, now nothing's left
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Orange trees and lemon groves
Caress the mountains and hug the roads
Shimmering seas kissed by
The Mediterranean light
I thought I would find you there
To smell your skin, touch your hair
And watch as your shape reclines
In the cool shade beneath the pines
Crumbling ruins of dusty towns
Where palm trees bend to stroke the ground
And sparrows nest on window sills
The sun sets beyond the hills
I thought I would find you there
To smell your skin, touch your hair
And watch as your shape reclines
In the cool shade beneath the pines
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Heading south for the day
Through coast towns and passed the place
Where twilight streets wind toward the sea
And where they lost their way
The sun is born as a new day breaks
Above hillsides, across great lakes
She never knew the lengths they’d go to
In running from their mistakes
He buried their burden in shallow sands
And at the waters edge washed his hands
Now they’re free but memory
Lingers on in the hinterlands
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Forgive me, forgive me my love
I’m sorry that I didn’t do enough
To illuminate the darkness that lay
In both of us
Forgive me, forgive me my flaws
I take them with me to distant shores
Where it never rains on desert plains
It pours
Forgive me, forgive me my friend
Everything that begins must end
Just as daylight surrenders to night
Again
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Do you remember or choose to forget
The promises gave and those that we kept
The room where we made love, the bed where we slept
Time and time again, way back when
Do you remember the summers we spent
The park where we laid, carved our names in a bench
I whispered "I love you" while you sat on the fence
Time and time again, way back when
Do you remember me calling your name
When we used to meet at the top of Water Lane
We’d walk along the river and talk like nothing had changed
Time and time again, way back when
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Rain descends in sheets
On cobbled streets, rivers swell
In dimly lit doorways
And alleyways, shadows dwell
These lonely roads I roam
These streets I call me own
In Marble Hill Park
After dark the foxes cry
From Teddington Lock
To Eel Pie Island herons fly
These lonely roads I roam
These streets I call me own
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Shadows fall asleep on wet September lawns
Trees stretch their limbs as the amber sky yawns
Pavements grow cold, old houses feel the chill
It’s gone half past eight and I’m waiting for you here still
You said we’d meet in time to catch the train
I don’t know where we headed but it’s somewhere far away
Running from memories and the storm clouds they cast
And I get the feeling this time we’ve gone too far
I’m seeing friends faces in places they’ve never been
Keep hearing echoes of long forgotten scenes
Standing at your door face buried in my coat
Looking for some change to get me back home
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Quisiera vivir para hoy
No quiero pensar en el ayer
Porque tengo que partir mañana
Porque el mundo es mi manzana
Sé que nunca voy a estar solo
Porque el sol es siempre conmigo
Y la luna es su hermana
Y el mundo es mi manzana
Me gusta dormir bajo las estrellas
En una cama blanca de tierra
Donde veo que el cielo es una ventana
Y sueño que el mundo es mi manzana
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