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Gavin Bradley
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All My Sundays
So many Sundays were
Reading the newspaper
Soaking in the bath
Coffee on the stove
Dimanche apres-midi
Heard on the CBC
Rads clanking in that old building
Coming up the back stairwell
Carrying your bicycle
Past the potted herbs
That you cared for
You will forever be
Stuck in a loop for me
More now that the dark news came
Just as I breathe
Your world is in me
And I still spend
All my Sundays with you
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It's comforting now to see
Everything that makes up me
All the things that I look for
Are things you were
I take my morning tea
I read about Haiti
I think to try is what you taught me
Just as I breathe
Your world is in me
And I still spend
All my Sundays with you
And my heart beats
I sleep and I dream
And I still spend
All my Sundays with you
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