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a small chicken music

PHOTOGRAPHIC MIRROR
(MARK)

I WAS LOOKING THROUGH SOME PHOTOGRAPHS,
OF BACK WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG,
A PART OF YOU I NEVER REALLY KNEW,

YOUR SMILE WAS SO FAMILIAR,
LIKE YOUR LAUGH, IT WAS CONTAGIOUS,
AND I WISHED I COULD HAVE BEEN THERE BESIDE YOU.

LOOKING AT THE PICTURE I WAS TAKEN BACK IN TIME,
WHERE EVERYTHING WAS SIMPLE, BLACK AND WHITE.
AND THOUGH YOUR LIFE WAS TOUGH, YOU SEEMED SO HAPPY AND CONTENT.
AND COMPLICATIONS NEVER CROSSED YOUR MIND.

LOOKING AT THE PHOTO WAS LIKE LOOKING IN THE MIRROR,
WHERE I SAW ME IN YOU AND YOU IN ME.

I IMAGINED WHAT IT MIGHT BE LIKE,
IF I HAD BEEN YOUR AGE,
AND KNOWN YOU AS YOUR FRIEND, NOT YOUR SON.
THE TIMES WE MAY HAVE HAD,
AND ALL THE HELL WE MAY HAVE RAISED,
AND THE LAUGHTER WE'D HAVE SHARED THROUGH ALL THE FUN.

AND I'M SMILING AS I'M LOOKING, THROUGH A PHOTOGRAPHIC MIRROR.
WHERE I SAW ME IN YOU, AND YOU AND ME.

LAZY DAYS UPON OUR BACKS
CHEWING ON A PIECE OF GRASS,
WE'D TALK OF ALL THE GIRLS WE KNEW,
THE MARKET CRASH AND WORLD WAR TWO.
AND LIFE WOULD BE SO DIFFERENT,
IN THE PHOTOGRAPHIC MIRROR,
WHERE I SAW ME AND YOU AND YOU IN ME.

FOR NOW I'LL PULL MYSELF AWAY,
UNTIL I GET THE URGE SOMEDAY,
TO DAYDREAM AWAY FROM REALITY.
I'LL PULL THE ALBUM OFF THE SHELF,
AND ONCE AGAIN I'LL SEE MYSELF,
IN A PHOTOGRAPHIC MIRROR,
THAT PHOTOGRAPHIC MIRROR,
WHERE I SAW ME AND YOU AND YOU AND ME.