| All the lovers I’ve had I seemed to mislay
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| One went mad, one went away
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| One left a note that said 'The heart repairs'
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| On the wine cork he wrote 'Love is there'
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| The shelves we put up at the foot of the stairs
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| Make me long to be a couple like the ones at Ikea
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| Now when I dream of a man
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| I see him putting up shelves (shelves!)
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| Single, 32, working in IT
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| Miles Franklin
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| Gay, discreet
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| Neatly-bound issues, Wallpaper magazine
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| Sam Taylor-Wood, Philip Glass symphonies
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| David Sylvian, 'Dead Bees On A Cake'
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| Modernist, minimalist, opaque
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| Japanese tea, lonely old me
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| The day before you came
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| The one that got away
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| My life with Tyler Brule
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| Whether you care or pretend you don’t care
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| You can’t forget 'love is there'
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| Classified advertisements, Wallpaper magazine
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| Lines from stupid pop songs, the fragments of a dream
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| Or simply spring (spring!)
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| It all begins again
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| The serene calm of ebonised ash
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| Modern antiques, ceramics and birch
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| A stainless steel kitchen, a stainless steel heart
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| Kuala Lumpur, a world apart
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| The men I never met
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| The books I never wrote
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| Files full of letters and boxes full of notes
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| A Charles Eames chair, beautiful and bare
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| The day before you came
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| The one that got away
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| My life with Tyler Brule
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| Whether you care or pretend you don’t care
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| You can’t forget 'love is there'
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| The shelves of magazines
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| You flipped through idly
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| Your life as tidy as the Alexandria library
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| The heart repairs
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| Like the shelves at the foot of the stairs
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| The day before you came
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| The one that got away
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| My life with Tyler Brule
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| Discreet or outrageous, scene or non-scene
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| Love is there, shy and obscene
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| The men I never met
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| The books I never wrote
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| The songs I never sang, my heart full of hope
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| Or simply spring (spring!)
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| It all begins again |