Still we pray things turn out right
We hold on tighter fearing what we could lose
Watch the lights burn low at night
We wonder where we've come from
That life can hurt so much
And yet we remain alive
We breathe and move pedantically
While part of us has died
We dare to say 'Hello'
Yet so often say 'Goodbye'
Old and far away are memories sweet echoes
Yet nearer to the heart of the matter
Than anybody ever knows
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