The hardest single time that we fell upon overcame us like a god
Tonight, I will not try to harden truth with reasons
But I turn the pieces over like I need them
And maybe in some way I do
I dare not now return for the roar of memories
Or to see how slight a trace we left of our lives
In another time, in another place
You are standing there
Above me
My head in your hands
And you know....
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