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Lost memories

In the ebbing light 
She will call you 
winding to the sea
her chimes echoes 
for a well remembered life

As thought is to be brow
I will follow you
with the chiming wind

I really care
wont someone special really listen
The Friday home
like graded blues
dipping into the neon indecipherable 











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