Cifras
Undeveloped Film

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Sorting through my things the other day
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I found an old film camera that I thought I'd thrown away
But there it was covered in dust
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I checked it and the film inside still had a few pictures left
So I just snapped it off and then
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I found a place on the high street that could still develop them
I dropped them off and clean forgot,
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It wasn't until this morning that I picked the pictures up
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And there before my eyes in vivid colour
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Pictures of her stood smiling bold on the edge of a cliff by the sea
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On the south coast somewhere,
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Wind in her hair, wrapped against the cold
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There were many other pictures in the set,
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Most of them were taken in the first months after we met
When we were lovers like happy drunks
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Stumbling for each other with each step, each breath in our lungs
Pictures of nights from soho bars
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A weekend in the country when we borrowed my sister's car,
Her naked, serene on a hotel bed
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Smiling at the camera, her beauty like a word unsaid
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And there before my eyes on the glossy paper
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Quiet whispers of something I had lost or put aside
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For the longest time
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The hope that I might find some kind of peace
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Oh oh oh where did it go go go
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I used to know exactly where I kept it
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There right there under the stairs oh please
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Darling I swear swear swear that's where I left it
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Secret little things that you keep locked away
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In a small wooden box that you barely even mention to yourself
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It's not exactly hope, nothing quite as simple as youth
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Perhaps it's just a way of looking past the truth
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We're all fading away
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The truth I can see in the very last frame of that long lost roll of film
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A picture of me, a young man holding a camera up to a mirror
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And there before my eyes in that old reflection
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A declaration bold: We won't stay gold
All that's left of her and the rest
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Is a small locked box of undeveloped film and photographs