I remember a world that has gone, beyond.
Out of sight, behind a door now locked to me.
I remember a world beyond these walls,
Beyond these shadows that lurk watching me.
I remember a breath, a gentle breeze
The lapping waves the blue, blue sea.
Mountains, birdsong, treetop sky,
Out there waiting patiently, to return to me.
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