photographs can lie

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he was wired, dynamite, and she was rare as treasure, that's not the kind of story, you deny, in a frame, under glass, they'll always be together, and so in love, but photographs, can lie, now they say i have the gaze, that must recall my father, saying, "he's my knight, my bright morning sun", now i am mourning everyone, see him now, know he cheats, why can't she see through him?, he used to be more valiant, than vain, put him on a pedestal, and it's a long way down there, i'll never be his little girl, again, now they say i have the gaze, that must recall my father, saying, "he's my knight, my bright morning sun", now i am mourning everyone, someone else will look at me, and think he is my lover, developing the image, in his eye, in a frame, under glass, we'll always be together, and so in love, but photographs, can lie