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| Yesterday's Dreams by Jack Vettriano |
Fine cracks form
in the porcelain of your face
as you suck on another cigarette
Already the ashtray is full of pink stained blooms
ground in the dirt and squashed underfoot
You have only a few more good years left
to find someone to love you
So it's the black dress and heels again
and out the door for drinks
Turning your back on the one
who has loved you all along
and cries himself to sleep.
