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Those notes that used to sing to me
and places living longed to be
and people branching growing tree:
those things ain’t like they used to be
not at all, you see
Those haunts that ghosted up to me
and bricks and mortars solidly
and ev’rything thats in between:
just can’t live up to memory
at least, not to me
Even those visions soon to be
and wants i used to want to need
and needs i used to think i dream
now fall away like brownded leaves
leaving new and clean
the places where they used to be
like freshly ironed holes, empty
to fill with brightened new, ready
the thing that is to come, solely
can be the best for me
i wanted to soak luxury
and wander trails exoticly
and summon tastic fantasy
and thrill and spill unwav’ringly
i truly loved believed!
but now i only flee
for such were never meant to be
and live and lie only
in cloud and air and nothingly
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