Such beautiful things can come with sleep.
On the step by the cabin it is, then.
I'm heading there now
To see you
Dampened by gray and misty air
The lamps inside will be glowing
You know I haven't forgotten for a moment.
And those words haven't lost
A single fiber of their truth.
I do believe
That they remain somehow
Alive
Suspended everywhere
Ringing true throughout all of time.
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