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I know that I will find that feeling soon.
It was something so true, so of the heart, I could have cried.
But even if I find it, what then?
I've heard you can't bring back the dead.
And memory is just a zombie of the life you had, the time long gone.
Raise as many as you want but all you have is the walking dead.
I can't live that way.
I can't live with the dead.
I must look to the future.
I must look to you.
For the future is a ghost I shall never meet.
And you, you I crave,
You who kisses deep.
For you, I would stretch out a smile
On my way to Death's Dear Mile
And become a memory all over again.
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