I wander this crowded street
Foreign, reserved, and alone
Past memories never repeat
Distant, concealed, and unknown

My eyes recollect the places
But the places remain much older
My heart will connect to the faces
But the faces remain far colder  

The strangers will pass me by
Ordinary, humble, or proud
Their voices will laugh and sigh
Composed, quiet, or loud

I walked once through this door
But the door remains never open
I felt belonging here once before
But the before remains now broken

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