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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.