Is it memories or dreams i’m dragging through my years
This day is this scripture fulfilled in your ears
No prophet is accepted in her own country
There is no heaven and there is no hell
We walk on water with an eye on the hill
Building our memories on shifting sand
We look back to see an arid land
Waiting for the train we lie awake in bed
Dreaming of the dreams to bring back the dead- Nausher

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