If time ever fails,
We will carry our memories
On brain edges and lower lips
And someday when those
End up on the shores of your fantasy
Do not let it be a rotten corpse in the life of another man,
Burn it by the sea side and cast the ashes in the wind.
It will find me
In one of those love songs
The synths might be broken
And if ever
The strings cut sharp like a blade
I will wear the wound
Like a medal of honor, in memorial
Of a damn fool who fell inlove with a living woman.

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