Sometimes a reminder of somewhere else...
Somewhere bigger than your eyes...
Will draw you to them....
Sometimes living a little...can mean a lot.
And can certainly remind you,
That sometimes, when you think you were living,
You were truly...alive...and burning bright.
There is a regret in me...a longing...
To go back there.
But I can't and I won't.
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