Dan Woodvine - Matchbox

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Smooth old artificial eyelashes Pairs of stick on nails Little plastic rings we played with When we sat against the rails Grains of sand from the beach Where we walked along the shore Is this meant to teach That we were meant to be more? Everything that I've got that reminds Of you could fit inside a matchbox The memories that I lost I find Here inside this matchbox Bands, clips and accessories You wore in your hair Seeds of plants and trees Pellets we fired at the fair Everything that I've got that reminds Of you could fit inside a matchbox The memories that I lost I find Here inside this matchbox I sit and stare at these four walls of what once was our happy place All I have as a recall rests Inside one small space Everything that I've got that reminds Of you could fit inside a matchbox The memories that I lost I find Here inside this matchbox Postage stamps from love letters That I sent to you A piece of cotton and a button You tried to stitch through Everything that I've got that reminds Of you could fit inside a matchbox The memories that I lost I find Here inside this matchbox
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