If a moment belongs
In a stanza or song.
Is a treasure so precious and rare.
If a note is so sweet
That you steal it and keep
It for times when you’re drunk with despair
If a memory thrives
So the moment survives.
It's the absence of all who were there,
And the Essences' heat
Cold reality cheat
So that life becomes lived in and fair.
Then why do they stay
Out of reach, far away,
Will this fabric, so delicate, tear?
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