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Your baby picture was hiding in a box With taxes, dredges and love notes It's been along time since I peaked inside it My heart is too tender for these things But what do I do if I try to peer inside? And I find a little picture with your face in frame These golden frames are burning These golden frames are burning These golden frames are burning These golden frames are burning These golden frames are burning These golden frames are burning These golden frames From Letras Mania