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• Artiste: Mary Chapin Carpenter
• Titre: The Saving Things
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A journal that keeps all confessions Hope like the rarest of possessions A light that's left on by the door A feeling of needing nothing more A cup of coffee, a vintage locket A bandana in your jean's back pocket A song you know backwards and forwards At the top of your lungs here comes the chorus The sound of rain on a roof that sings The first day in ages that feels like spring Arriving at the end of your wanderings Don't forget, don't forget The saving things A photograph taped to a mirror The proof that once we all were here Scent of smoke curling from a candle Next to the souvenirs on the mantle A stranger's smile, an old friend's laughter Letting go of what does not matter A radio's murmur in a midnight kitchen The things that you notice when you stop to listen The gems that shine from a passed down ring Love letters tied up with a string Wildflowers fit for a king Don't forget, don't forget The saving things The things you see when you close your eyes Abandoning every old disguise The past and all the days that made us Again and again are the things that save us The sound of rain on a roof that sings First day in ages that feels like spring The place at the end of our wanderings Don't forget, don't forget Rock'n'roll, poetry and symphonies The infinite number of infinities And the beauty in just about everything Don't forget, don't forget The saving things