After the relic and remains are spread
And when my mind’s whole thought removed
After my memory and fear are gone . . . .
Was all the time then lost to me worth what was spent?
Ask me not but to instead
The one who follows now
Them walking in the rain
Sep 22, 2022
Sep 22, 2022 at 1:07 PM UTC
After the relic and remains are spread
And when my mind’s whole thought removed
After my memory and fear are gone . . . .
Was all the time then lost to me worth what was spent?
Ask me not but to instead
The one who follows now
Them walking in the rain
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