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for every time I thought to leave I was waiting your hello (are you here) I’ve wandered back seeking hands I used to know how you felt and how you feel (do you remember) how it was when there was nothing left to say a moment came (was that enough) bound to places - sacred verse making something more of rhyme was more than space could ever hold more than love by words defined returned the night into the day without the fear of getting old promise touching (one more time) wishes withered in the cold south and west and north they came took your heart and left your shoes took the place (I hold within) I couldn’t keep (I couldn’t lose) strange it is though seems so real forgotten not a moment there but still I wonder where you are and will you come for me (somewhere)
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