Today I took your picture down
And carried it away
It's mean and long, forgotten now
Forgotten, let it stay
His welcome worn to weariness
His thousand words all sin
A keepsake keeps the love alive
But shrines are for the dead
Forgotten, let it stay
Today I turned my back upon
The celebrated face
That stole a piece of every soul
That wandered through this place
That seemed so like a living thing
All conversation died
Or turned to face
What must have been
The artist's joy and pride
Today I took your picture down
The coolly painted lips
That spoke without a sound
The artist's joy and pride
The eyes that followed me around
Daring me to try
To stare them down
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Today, I took your picture down
The cruelly painted lips that spoke without a sound
The eyes that followed me around
Daring me to try to stare them down
Today, I took your picture down
And every line intact
But something soft had gone from it
That never can come back
Some warm familiarity
Grown distant now and cold
Today, I took your picture down
One of us had to go
One of us had to go
One of us had to go
From the bottom of the pool
To catch that light
Can't see it




Oh-oh-oh-音
As I reflect on your lower bush
I see someone...
Thank you.