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kie ajn vi estas, parto du
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2020-03-12
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somewhere on the other side of the world
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you hold a little sliver of me in your chest
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wedged by your heart through a thousand battles
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survived not one less
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and I, you, the same
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but at home, I feel the pain
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of transmitted burdens,
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wings soaked with rain
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somewhere on the other side of the world
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I hold a little sliver of you in my soul
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but even through dimensional curtains,
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your warmth can't beat the cold
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and I worry that, one day
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two aliens will show up at my bedroom door
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signaling even before they knock
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that you'll come home nevermore
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we met each other in a winter haze
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not twenty-four hours before final-failing pain
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but you didn't care, whisked through dark gates
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barely five minutes passed; several weeks next to wait
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and I tumbled into love, burning hot as hell
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as I tumbled down deep into war's well
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when will it all end? nobody can say
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to protect you, only to fictional gods can I pray
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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