| As in a dream I traveled back
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| To times lost, places remembered
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| And with me I took all that is I
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| And once there, I held still in the moment
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| Aware that again it would be gone
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| Gone were the days — echoes in memory
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| Sweet exallings of my mindless flaw
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| Lived on…
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| Together we ran away
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| Abandoned reason for hope
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| And left behind our essence
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| Lost it all, and for what
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| Alas, on wings of hope
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| Were we to meet at the end of roads
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| To what the facade
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| Dressed in strokes of mocking void
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| Left me dreaming for
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| To past comes alive and clear with awareness
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| Trees bare green around the senile court
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| Awaken to the kind of dandelion youth
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| Others have only dreamt about
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| To hold is still
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| The countless times I’ve searched and failed
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| For what — you cannot see
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| Seductive cult of yearning
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| Blindly leads me still — away
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| Blessed with the notion of past no more
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| We blundered on without cause
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| The mist once ever fallen — forever
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| Exiled the most cherished thoughts |