unmoved they stand these branches and trees
while memories are carried over the breeze
our scents meander and curl with the air
our shadows on cobblestone linger there
walk on down our old hunting ground
come upon the people we used to be
the selves we lost and the selves we found
the gods of us mirrored in eternity
the flesh is weak and the walls too long
we search for a place where we belong
waiting for the train we lie awake in bed
to dream the dream that brings back the dead
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