These songs replay in my mind
Like echos, from empty corridors.
This time it's real.
The memories cannot be rewritten-
Not in spite
Not in sadness
Not in happiness.
It comes rarely to me now,
thinking of you.
It's a reflex, but it can't hide these songs.
These memories undone, thrown about in the now-empty corridors of my mind.
Can't you see me? I'm here, singing.
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