It's been so long. And tin cans and string for years. Is all that we've known. Could it be you're really here?. . 'Cause my eyes are open. And everything still moves in slow-motion.
Only now that you have taught me. (but how late) my lack. I see the chasm. and everything you are was making. my heart into a bridge. by which I might get back.
Wake up everyone. It's not too late. To save the remnants of. Our hearts stop giving up. Our last shattered love. Our only chance to find the meaning of.
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