In all this time
I may never find
What it is I'm looking for
But I might just stumble across
The threshold of a door
Maybe time will leave me
With a picture and no frame
But I don't mind
I'll just hang that picture
In my window's pane
A vision of
Our shattered love
And what there could have been
So crystal clear
Were you, my dear
But I couldn't let you in
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