| One hot afternoon beneath the scorching sun
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| a small puddle in his rotten garden reveals
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| the corner of an unused safe and deep within
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| lies a lost hope for a lonely old scientist who
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| has forgotten his art but he remembers
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| his daughter’s small hand.
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| Birds whistle in summer’s new foliage.
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| stray dogs lap up rain puddles in the road.
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| and his heart beats fast
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| with the promise of rebirth.
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| now the houses are unstable
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| so he has to build his own.
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| And the food is all gone
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| but the ground can produce.
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| And he remembers every piece
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| of food he ever threw away.
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| And he’s haunted by all the
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| clothing he used to ignore.
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| And slowly, day after day,
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| he begins to hate who he was.
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| And he can never go home.
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| And she’s gone forever.
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| And he can’t refuse
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| this new life he’s been given.
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| but his eyes are open
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| to every small change.
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| And his heart it breaks
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| with every passing day.
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| And he can’t help
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| but to wonder aloud
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| if this punishment
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| has gone too far.
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| And without others
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| he can’t quite tell
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| if he’s really here
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| or if this is all something
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| he’s imagined.
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| And he’s forced to eat old memories
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| and lick his greasy fingers.
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| And every morsel is so empty
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| and his stomach grumbles
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| after every bite.
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| But his heart fills,
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| drop by drop,
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| as he relives his old life.
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| But deep within the decayed old safe
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| he finds a sealed container
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| that holds the blueprint of the life
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| he created and later destroyed. |