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I think you forgot who the ******** you were,
Before the slow music that played on empty highways.

We threw copper and silver at the feet of dead idols like so many before with the dreams of men who chased the stars. Every night after hovered like an eclipse, watched by no one and yet known to all.

I think we lost our vision in the sweet embrace of comfort,
A routine shaped by silence.
But there's so much more to say to you,
The one who wandered too far.