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I’m a digital copy and so are you
We are digital implementations
Into the world of alternative view
Sharing our endless vacations
Once we appeared there, so we remain
Still I can hear your voice
We are the spirit that flies on again
Over the land of our choice
Digital world seems a rescue for us
We can’t be exiled from this place
The house and garden we held in our hearts
A home, where we sit face to face.
Memories blossom like buds in a bed
So many flowers have grown
And more to come, as you always have said
Throwing Pippa’s blue ball on the lawn.
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