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i remember a child being born
it was not i
memory wishes itself to grow
it was now old
the tea sifting the spirits we ride in nightside tremors
softly regentles those infant shores
life was so short
memories so long
on the other side of the shifting circle we born on
we were once young
and now i sing this with melody on air
i wish you could hear my song
it was not i
memory wishes itself to grow
it was now old
the tea sifting the spirits we ride in nightside tremors
softly regentles those infant shores
life was so short
memories so long
on the other side of the shifting circle we born on
we were once young
and now i sing this with melody on air
i wish you could hear my song