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There are things we cannot say that we know anyway.
One day I will keen to the heavens
And no one will hear me.
I will cry I need you brother, checking constellations and following the wind,
But he will never find me.
There are things we cannot say that we know anyway.
Racing with lightning and tricking death — we were seamless, reckless, adventurous
Wild as the ocean and free as the air, we were one; now I call
And no one will hear me.
Time crumbles things, everything is forgotten
Tonight cruel stars mark it and remember silently, silently.
There are things we cannot say that we know anyway.
I am torn apart now (and never together again) leaning over the cleft—
Falling
falling
falling in the spirals where we used to play...
And no one will hear me.
Alone we were earth, united we were sky.
The eclipse is a gift: we have hollows to hide.
There are things we cannot say that we know anyway.
And no one will hear me.