"We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time's forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home

And If you hurt me...
Well, that's okay baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go.

And when I'm away 
I will remember how you kissed me

Under the lamppost back on Sixth Street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
"Wait for me to come home."

Photograph - Ed Sheeran (fragmentos)

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