Where do ceremonies go?
There is no way home
I ask you to come away with me
I have no life but this
Words fulfill my doubting heart
There is no death in life
and I picked a single star
Today is far from childhood
and you presented yourself unto my frugal eye
The feet of people walking home, who are they?
Direction is lost and where is 'home'?
I assumed those I loved were lost
but what if those I loved were found?
Do you think I miss you?
She glanced with rapid eyes and hurried all at once
and sometimes I swear, I can see your soul
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