Far away.


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As a mourning cloud,
your absence follows me,
it keeps me looking for the curse,
I cannot see.

Oh, I don’t know where I’ll go,
and I don’t know where I’ll be.

But only,
too far away,
your voice won’t ever reach me,
too far away,
time itself won’t ever catch me.

What’s left are only,
our memories of past days,
far behind,
in another century.

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