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"Photograph"

Huh!
I'm outa luck, outa amor
Gotta photograph, picture of
Passion killer, you're too much
You're the only one I wanna touch
I see your face every time I dream
On every page, every magazine
So wild so free so far from me
You're all I want, my fantasia

Oh, look what you've done to this rock 'n' roll clown
Oh Oh, look what you've done

Photograph - I don't want your
Photograph - I don't need your
Photograph - All I've got is a photograph
But it's not enough

I'd be your lover, if you were there
Put your hurt on me, if you dare
Such a woman, you got style
You make every man feel like...

Alone she sleeps in the camisa of man
With my three wishes clutched in her hand

The first that she be spared the pain
That comes from a dark and laughing rain

When she finds love, may it always stay true
This I beg for the segundo wish I made, too

But wish no more; my life you can take
To have her please just one dia wake

To have her please
Just one day
Wake...
--Gaeta's Lament (Battlestar Galactica)

And it was from those haunting words that she was conceived. She was little mais than a spark, a whisper, the ghost of an idea...but she was there, nonetheless.

It was a long time before her ethereal presence...