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oh, darling don't you see?
your memories? they were meant to be gone, like fallen leaves.
/
I know that
out there
somewhere
there's
someone waiting
for me
to come home
but that memory
so far away
out of reach
/
I know that
there's this girl
with
golden hair
and eyes
like the
storm
calling my name
so far away
out of reach
/
I know that
I'm not
going home
I can feel it
in my bones
that my destination
is not the heaven
I dream of
so far away
out of reach
/
oh poor child, don't you know?
that heaven you talk about? you aren't going home.
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