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The memories were lost long ago, but at least you have beautiful ghosts

I have to work but I want to stay

Just to laugh through the columns of trees, to soar like a seagull in the breeze, to stand in the rain if you please or never be found

I’m afraid of failure

We never fought for freedom for nasty little brutes like you, to come and undo the work that we do

I’m the king of my own land

I count the hours since you slipped away. I count the hours that I lied awake

I am not your typical girl, throw away that picture in your head

We are photons released from a dying star
