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in a silent way
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is_the_magic_gone?
or is_it_just_me?
what_i_didn't_know
is_that it_stems_from_the_heart
not_that_it_matters
in_my_place
every_room_is_a_scar
and_i_find_it_kind_of_funny
these_things_i_choose_to_think
things_nobody_else_remembers_but_i_do
the_only_thing i_know
beyond_knowing
beyond_rational_logic
is_that you_are a_cool_dark_place
just_out_of_reach
and i_am_time_grown_old
waiting_for_your_ghost
to_drop_a_knife
into_the_void
where_my_treasures_lie
i_am_here
you_are_here_with_me
what_happens_now?
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