The features speak to me in real time yet I seem to mourn lost times...as I gaze more closely ...deeply... could it be you..my obedience to your sense of privacy does not allow me to.... so here is a famous (1973) poem to help express my sentiments over missing you
Photograph"by Ringo Starr
Ev'ry time i see your face, It reminds me of the places we used to go. But all i got is a photograph And i realise you're not coming back anymore.
I thought i'd make it the day you went away, But i can't make it Till you come home again to stay-yi-yay-yi-yay.
I can't get used to living here, While my heart is broke, my tears i cried for you. I want you here to have and hold, As the years go by and we grow old and grey.
Now you're expecting me to live without you, But that's not something that i'm looking forward to.
I can't get used to living here, While my heart is broke, my tears i cried for you. I want you here to have and hold, As the years go by and we grow old and grey.
Ev'ry time i see your face, It reminds me of the places we used to go. But all i got is a photograph And i realise you're not coming back anymore.
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The features speak to me in real time yet I seem to mourn lost times...as I gaze more closely ...deeply... could it be you..my obedience to your sense of privacy does not allow me to.... so here is a famous (1973) poem to help express my sentiments over missing you
Photograph"by Ringo Starr
Ev'ry time i see your face,
It reminds me of the places we used to go.
But all i got is a photograph
And i realise you're not coming back anymore.
I thought i'd make it the day you went away,
But i can't make it
Till you come home again to stay-yi-yay-yi-yay.
I can't get used to living here,
While my heart is broke, my tears i cried for you.
I want you here to have and hold,
As the years go by and we grow old and grey.
Now you're expecting me to live without you,
But that's not something that i'm looking forward to.
I can't get used to living here,
While my heart is broke, my tears i cried for you.
I want you here to have and hold,
As the years go by and we grow old and grey.
Ev'ry time i see your face,
It reminds me of the places we used to go.
But all i got is a photograph
And i realise you're not coming back anymore.
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