This empty kitchen’s whereI’d while away the hoursJust next to my old chairYou’d usually have some flowersThe shelves of booksEven the picture hooksEverything is goneBut my heart is hanging onIf this old neighborhoodSurvived us both...
—Mark Knopfler
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