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Kaleidoscope lyrics : "Days In The Rain"

Days in the rain
Down to Josephine's house for tea
French toast and Elvis

French kisses for a boy called me

Scrumping apples in Harrow

Throwing fallers at black Austin cars
Lemon-ices at De La Mura's
Plotting my life by the stars

And I remember the scent of my father's Christmas cigar

Traces of lives

Like gold -dust in a museum of rooms
In the corner the black and white television
blinking like a prophet of doom

And I remember my father falling like a stone from the moon

It's all in the past

It's all in the photographs
It all looks familiar, but we don't know the places
We know that we love them

But we cannot put names to the faces
Those faces -- those beautiful faces


Days in the rain
Bruises and powerful scars
I swollowed a sixpence

Someone said: " Who'd you think you are? "
And I remember the scent of my father's Christmas cigar

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