We plant our feet and leave only shadows
Our passage through life a mirage
Our feelings hidden safely away
Our expressions a camouflage;
Those that follow see no trace
Of us hopelessly lost in our maze
Did it ever really happen
That we met on those sunny days?
The bricks and buildings still stand there
As testament to our being
But the names and faces have all changed
To our deeds they are unseeing
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