The sun grazes on this open field of broken psalms.
Who were we then?
Lies caught up in your footprints on this path.
Could you intend to be any other boy?
Smoke carries us across the waves today.
I've traveled many galaxies this way -- without you.
The haze obstructs my view of your demise.
But that's alright, my dear, it's not mine to enjoy.
Who were we then?
Time caught up in the spindles in our eyes.
Might I intend to be any other girl?
Kindred hearts, they all burn the same.
I've observed before myself this way -- without you.
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