1.

unmoved they stand these branches and trees

while memories are carried over the breeze

our scents meander and curl with air

and our shadows on cobblestones linger there

walking down our old hunting ground

we come across all the people we used to be

we find 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’ve been searching for someplace we can belong

waiting for the train we lie awake in bed

dreaming of the dreams to bring back the dead
M|N

2. [alternate rendering]

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 across all 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 searched for a place where we belong

waiting for the train we lie awake in bed

to dream the dream that brings back the dead
– M|N

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