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Picture perfect I think I saw you once In another kid’s Easter basket. Maybe it wasn’t you or wait Maybe it wasn’t an Easter basket. Maybe it was just this side of a garage door Or looking up from beneath steps in the London subways. Maybe it wasn’t your face I saw But the flares of curves from beneath your dress. No, it wasn’t curves It was essences. Or maybe you didn’t have a dress. Pants maybe. And I think it was your hair I saw, But not in the subways. I think it was in front Of a dinner plate. If that’s true, It must have been your face. Maybe it was From behind a percussion set-up Or a plate glass door, but if that’s true, I should have seen everything. No, I think I did see you In another kid’s Easter basket‚ But it wasn’t Easter. That was what was so strange. That must be why I remember. |