Running places lost to time
Newborn baby showing their first smile
Remembered treasures counted gold
The roaming soul above all told...
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Running places lost to time
Newborn baby showing their first smile
Remembered treasures counted gold
The roaming soul above all told
Tin cans rattle pushed by wind
Before the falling of those kings
Half forgotten painted memories
Full moon gazes on tall trees
Gliding shadows smoke smudged haze
Beyond the feeling of the days
Gathered quietly campfires bright
The early sunrise breaks the night
As watching eagles soaring high
Between the edges of thermal sky
Ever searching seeking past
The mirrored crystals hid by glass
Pages turning windswept words
Turning once on mile long piers
Strangeness visits like a friend
The world it turns while all pretend

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