to forget
that we have started
it is about us
and oh, i remember it
feel well when the noise is gone
in darkness, with hands that
with eyes that see well
i wait for the night
but nothing comes out
at noon i try to remember it
which i forget writing
there was a thought at dawn
there was a thought at dawn
which i forget writing
at noon i tried to remember it
but nothing comes out
i wait for the night
with eyes that see well
in darkness, with hands that
feel well when the noise is gone
and oh, i remember it
it is about us
that we have started
to forget
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