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(it is not my memories which haunt me |
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It is not what I have written down |
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It is what I have forgotten, what I must forget, |
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What I must go on forgetting all my life) |
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There is eternity this night, an endless light |
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Signs from above reminding me of home and love |
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I hide my face amid a crowd of velvet stars |
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See great rings all around my head |
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I'm looking back |
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Created to pretend we never die |
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I feel like one coming out of an upper room |
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To fret no more and walk abroad so confirmed |
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There's time in hours, in days and years |
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Driven by the spheres |
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The child, the place, their warm embrace |
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What abiding space? |
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Created to pretend we never die |
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I feel like one coming out of an upper room |
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To fret no more and walk abroad so confirmed |
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The houses shine in silence |
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And the child in me steps in so deep |
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In this unshaded place |
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A soul on its lonely path |