along the quiet narrow streets
canals are still in high tide
whatever needs to be will be
when there is nothing left to hide
whatever remains will set you free
a crater left as a divide
all of the memories will return
in the sleep like shallow scars
whatever remains will set you free
a crater left as a divide
there will soon be time to meet them all again
for once at eye level and for once as friends
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